He stopped at last, and gazed at her earnestly.
"Yes, you, too, are his descendant; you know that such men have lived and suffered; you will not mock me,--you will not disbelieve! Listen! hark!--what sound is that ?" "But the wind on the house-top, Clarence,--but the wind." "Give me your hand; let me feel its living clasp; and when I have told you, never revert to the tale again.

Conceal it from all: swear that it shall die with us,--the last of our predestined race!" "Never will I betray your trust; I swear it,--never!" said Adela, firmly; and she drew closer to his side.

Then Glyndon commenced his story.

That which, perhaps, in writing, and to minds prepared to question and disbelieve, may seem cold and terrorless, became far different when told by those blanched lips, with all that truth of suffering which convinces and appalls.

Much, indeed, he concealed, much he involuntarily softened; but he revealed enough to make his tale intelligible and distinct to his pale and trembling listener.