"Thank Heaven, he is safe!" he cried, turning to the guide.
"Holy angels befriend us!" said the Italian, trembling,--"behold the very being that crossed me last Friday night.

It is he, but his face is human now!" "Signor Inglese," said the voice of Zanoni, as Glyndon--pale, wan, and silent--returned passively the joyous greeting of Mervale,--"Signor Inglese, I told your friend that we should meet to-night.

You see you have NOT foiled my prediction." "But how ?--but where ?" stammered Mervale, in great confusion and surprise.
"I found your friend stretched on the ground, overpowered by the mephitic exhalation of the crater.

I bore him to a purer atmosphere; and as I know the mountain well, I have conducted him safely to you.

This is all our history.