“You are sure your uncle said those words?” he asked, scanning my face attentively in the moonlight.     

       “Quite sure. But I don’t say what my uncle says. Pray don’t think that!”      

       He suddenly pressed me to his bosom, and fixed his eyes on mine. His look frightened me.     

       “Good-by, Valeria!” he said. “Try and think kindly of me, my darling, when you are married to some happier man.”      

       He attempted to leave me. I clung to him in an agony of terror that shook me from head to foot.     

       “What do you mean?” I asked, as soon as I could speak. “I am yours and yours only. What have I said, what have I done, to deserve those dreadful words?”      

       “We must part, my angel,” he answered, sadly. “The fault is none of yours; the misfortune is all mine. My Valeria! how can you marry a man who is an object of suspicion to your nearest and dearest friends? I have led a dreary life. I have never found in any other woman the sympathy with me, the sweet comfort and companionship, that I find in you. Oh, it is hard to lose you! it is hard to go back again to my unfriended life! I must make the sacrifice, love, for your sake. I know no more why that letter is what it is than you do. Will your uncle believe me? will your friends believe me? One last kiss, Valeria! Forgive me for having loved you—passionately, devotedly loved you. Forgive me—and let me go!”      

       I held him desperately, recklessly. His eyes, put me beside myself; his words filled me with a frenzy of despair.     

       “Go where you may,” I said, “I go with you! Friends—reputation—I       care nothing who I lose, or what I lose! Oh, Eustace, I am only a woman—don’t madden me! I can’t live without you. I must and will be your wife!”      

       Those wild words were all I could say before the misery and madness in me forced their way outward in a burst of sobs and tears.     

       He yielded. He soothed me with his charming voice; he brought me back to myself with his tender caresses. He called the bright heaven above us to witness that he devoted his whole life to me. He vowed—oh, in such solemn, such eloquent words!—that his one thought, 

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