Do not hesitate longer--you have heard the determination of Rivers--this disappointment will only make him more furious.

Fly, then, and speak not.

Take the left road at the fork: it leads to the river.

It is the dullest, and if they pursue, they will be most likely to fall into the other." "Farewell, then, my good, my protecting angel--I shall not forget you--have no apprehensions for me--I have now but few for myself.

Yet, ere I go--" and he bent down, and before she was conscious of his design, his lips were pressed warmly to her pale and beautiful forehead.
"Be not vexed--chide me not," he murmured--"regard me as a brother--if I live I shall certainly become one.