Forewarn, rebuke, bruise my heart, reject the not unworthy gratitude it offers thee, if thou wilt, but come not always to me as an omen of grief and trouble.

Sometimes have I seen thee in my dreams surrounded by shapes of glory and light; thy looks radiant with a celestial joy which they wear not now.

Stranger, thou hast saved me, and I thank and bless thee! Is that also a homage thou wouldst reject ?" With these words, she crossed her arms meekly on her bosom, and inclined lowlily before him.

Nor did her humility seem unwomanly or abject, nor that of mistress to lover, of slave to master, but rather of a child to its guardian, of a neophyte of the old religion to her priest.

Zanoni's brow was melancholy and thoughtful.