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Her heart yielded to no feeling but the love of Elfonzo, on whom she gazed with intense delight, and to whom she felt herself more closely bound, because he sought the hand of no other.

Elfonzo was roused from his apparent reverie.

His books no longer were his inseparable companions--his thoughts arrayed themselves to encourage him to the field of victory.

He endeavored to speak to his supposed Ambulinia, but his speech appeared not in words.

No, his effort was a stream of fire, that kindled his soul into a flame of admiration, and carried his senses away captive.