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The Pilgrims Of The Rhine

CHAPTER IV
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By a singular fatality, the burning suns and the sharp dust of the plains of Egypt had smitten the young soldier, in the flush of his career, with a second--and this time with an irremediable--blindness! He had returned to France to find his hearth lonely.

Julie was no more,--a sudden fever had cut her off in the midst of youth; and he had sought his way to Lucille's house, to see if one hope yet remained to him in the world! And when, days afterwards, humbly and sadly he re-urged a former suit, did Lucille shut her heart to its prayer?
Did her pride remember its wound; did she revert to his desertion; did she reply to the whisper of her yearning love, "_Thou hast been before forsaken_"?
That voice and those darkened eyes pleaded to her with a pathos not to be resisted.

"I am once more necessary to him," was all her thought; "if I reject him who will tend him ?" In that thought was the motive of her conduct; in that thought gushed back upon her soul all the springs of checked but unconquered, unconquerable love! In that thought, she stood beside him at the altar, and pledged, with a yet holier devotion than she might have felt of yore, the vow of her imperishable truth.
And Lucille found, in the future, a reward, which the common world could never comprehend.

With his blindness returned all the feelings she had first awakened in St.Amand's solitary heart; again he yearned for her step, again he missed even a moment's absence from his side, again her voice chased the shadow from his brow, and in her presence was a sense of shelter and of sunshine.

He no longer sighed for the blessing he had lost; he reconciled himself to fate, and entered into that serenity of mood which mostly characterizes the blind.
Perhaps after we have seen the actual world, and experienced its hollow pleasures, we can resign ourselves the better to its exclusion; and as the cloister, which repels the ardour of our hope, is sweet to our remembrance, so the darkness loses its terror when experience has wearied us with the glare and travail of the day.


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