In some other land we will endeavour to comfort each other, and forget the past." "No," said Viola, calmly; "I have no further wish to stir, till I am born hence to the last resting-place.

I dreamed of him last night, Clarence!--dreamed of him for the first time since we parted; and, do not mock me, methought that he forgave the deserter, and called me 'Wife.' That dream hallows the room.

Perhaps it will visit me again before I die." "Talk not of him,--of the demi-fiend!" cried Glyndon, fiercely, and stamping his foot.

"Thank the Heavens for any fate that hath rescued thee from him!" "Hush!" said Viola, gravely.

And as she was about to proceed, her eye fell upon the child.