Yet, Guy, is she, the lady you are about to wed--is she beautiful, is she young--has she long raven tresses, as I had once, when your fingers used to play in them ?" and with a sickly smile, which had in it something of an old vanity, she unbound the string which confined her own hair, and let it roll down upon her back in thick and beautiful volumes, still black, glossy and delicately soft as silk.
The outlaw was moved.

For a moment his iron muscles relaxed--a gentler expression overspread his countenance, and he took her in his arms.

That single, half-reluctant embrace was a boon not much bestowed in the latter days of his victim, and it awakened a thousand tender recollections in her heart, and unsealed a warm spring of gushing waters.

An infantile smile was in her eyes, while the tears were flowing down her cheeks.
But, shrinking or yielding, at least to any great extent, made up very little of the character of the dark man on whom she depended; and the more than feminine weakness of the young girl who hung upon his bosom like a dying flower, received its rebuke, after a few moments of unwonted tenderness, when, coldly resuming his stern habit, he put her from his arms, and announced to her his intention of immediately taking his departure.
"What," she asked, "will you not stay with me through the night, and situated as I am ?" "It is impossible; even now I am waited for, and should have been some hours on my way to an appointment which I must not break.

It is not with me as with you; I have obligations to others who depend on me, and who might suffer injury were I to deceive them." "But this night, Guy--there is little of it left, and I am sure you will not be expected before the daylight.