He comes--I hear the dash of the oar.

You will have your choice submitted to you.

According as you decide, we shall meet again." With these words the stranger moved slowly away, and disappeared beneath the shadow of the cliffs.

A boat glided rapidly across the waters; it touched land, a man leapt on shore, and Glyndon recognized Zicci.
"I give thee, Glyndon, I give thee no more the option of happy love and serene enjoyment.

That hour is past, and fate has linked the hand that might have been thine own to mine.