I found a letter near the sun-dial--I guessed--I loved you--and could do naught else but guard you.

Many a day have I watched within the rose-garden--many a day--and night--God pardon me--and night.

When I knew a letter was hid, 'twas my wont to linger near, knowing that my presence would keep others away.

And when you approached--or he--I slipped aside and waited beyond the rose hedge--that if I heard a step, I might make some sound of warning.

Sister, I was your sentinel, and being so, knelt while on my guard, and prayed." "My sentinel!" Clorinda cried.