Harold, of the cloister I have now no fear: and all life does not shrink--no, it enlarges, and it soars into one desire--to be worthy to pray for thee!" "Maid, maid!" exclaimed Harold, abruptly, and pale as the dead, "do not say thou hast no fear of the cloister.

I adjure, I command thee, build not up between us that dismal everlasting wall.

While thou art free Hope yet survives--a phantom, haply but Hope still." "As thou wilt I will," said Edith, humbly: "order my fate so as pleases thee the best." Then, not daring to trust herself longer, for she felt the tears rushing to her eyes, she turned away hastily, and left him alone beside the altar-stone and the tomb..