He call’d aloud for Miriam Lane and said
‘Woman, I have a secret—only swear,
Before I tell you—swear upon the book
Not to reveal it, till you see me dead.’
‘Dead,’ clamour’d the good woman, ‘hear him talk! 840
I warrant, man, that we shall bring you round.’
‘Swear’ added Enoch sternly ‘on the book.’
And on the book, half-frighted, Miriam swore.
Then Enoch rolling his gray eyes upon her,
‘Did you know Enoch Arden of this town?’ 845