'You are not my friend, or you would not expose me to censure.

Indeed you are not.' "'I am gone; but tell me one thing,--you are not a prisoner ?' "'O no; heaven forbid.' "'You walk on the ramparts.' "'Sometimes.' "'Adieu,--we shall meet again.' "He was gone, and sweetly lingered in my ear the echo of his gently persuasive voice.

He had vanished like the bark that had just glided along the waters, and like that had left a wake of brightness behind.
"I could not sleep.

Excitement kept me wakeful and restless.

I heard the measured tread of the sentinel walking his 'lonely round,' and it did not sound louder than the beating of my own heart.