Ah! there is the sun; and here are the gates of Dusseldorf.

Courage, l'ami, le diable est mort!" "My head! my head!" was all poor Gerard could reply.
So many shocks, emotions, perils, horrors, added to the wound, his first, had tried his youthful body and sensitive nature too severely.
It was noon of the same day.
In a bedroom of "The Silver Lion" the rugged Denys sat anxious, watching his young friend.
And he lay raging with fever, delirious at intervals, and one word for ever on his lips.
"Margaret!--Margaret Margaret!".