It was raining fast; and fearful of further exposing her to the inclemencies of the night, he proposed leading her to shelter.

"There is a hermit's cell on the northern side of this mountain.

I will conduct you thither in the morning as to the securest asylum; but meanwhile we must seek a nearer refuge." "Anywhere, sir, with honor my guide," answered Helen, timidly.
"You are safe with me, lady," returned he, "as in the arms of the Virgin.

I am a man who can now have no joy in womankind, but when as a brother I protect them.

Whoever you are, confide in me, and you shall not be betrayed." Helen confidently gave him her hand, and strove to rise; but at the first attempt, the shackles piercing her ankles, she sunk again on the ground.