Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 259: what you’re looking at

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252 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI, ‘*Tell him whom I have revered and loved as sire that I forgive him for the wrong he did my mother, and seek to be forgiven for the anguish his child has brought him. «To you, beloved, faithful one, I leave a heart with love which only flows unchecked to you. And because I prize you dearly, deathlessly, oh, my little one, comfort Victor Joselynif you can. I shall not live long; thank Heaven, the earthly struggle will end at last, and I will bein bliss, watch- ing for you first. ‘‘ And remember—remember, Ivanilla, to you I say it, I will be at the pearly gates watching, praying for your en- trance. All of you—oh, tell them, all of them!” CHAPTER XXXIII, TOO LATE. ‘‘But, no, that look is not the last; We yet may meet where seraphs dwell. Where love no more deplores the past, Nor breathes that withering word—farewell!” LONGFELLOW. ‘The half-hour is past, madam,” said Morecombe, open- Ing the door. My sister turned as pale as death; unconsciously her hands clasped round me and held me fast. ‘© T cannot—will not leave you,” I whispered, desperately. «* Let him drag us apart, if he dares.” «‘ Farewell, Ivanilla,” she cried, lifting her countenance now with a smile of seraphic purity. ‘‘1I will meet you in heaven.” The small carriage was standing close to the door, with a fresh horse in harness; the sun was, indeed, low behind the trees, and rough were the miles that stretched between home and me. In stupefied silence I took my seat, and dared but one backward glance at my beloved, standing on the threshold of the mildewed, crumbling dwelling. Her gentle lips tried to quiver into a smile of comfort, but they failed; and the holy eyes were raised to heaven, as if they would carry my hopes up there. f : will leave you at the gipsy camp,” said Morecombe, comicbooks-;co