"Is it so?
Perhaps--" She paused, and added, with an effort, "Foreigner! and wouldst thou wed the orphan?
Ah, THOU at least art generous! It is not the innocence thou wouldst destroy!" Glyndon drew back, conscience-stricken.
"No, it may not be!" she said, rising, but not conscious of the thoughts, half of shame, half suspicion, that passed through the mind of her lover.

"Leave me, and forget me.

You do not understand, you could not comprehend, the nature of her whom you think to love.

From my childhood upward, I have felt as if I were marked out for some strange and preternatural doom; as if I were singled from my kind.

This feeling (and, oh! at times it is one of delirious and vague delight, at others of the darkest gloom) deepens within me day by day.