The new Antigone : a romance ..in three volumes . legends, of course,they have in plenty. Davenant, if I get well, you must prepare LordTrelingham to receive me, if only once, within histhreshold. I will not entrust the portrait of Aliceto another. But when I have put it into his hands,I will turn again and he shall see me no more untilhe welcomes me as his daughters husband. Thank the kind fates that have suffered me towrite this. I am dead tired. I shall sleep now;and perhaps never waken. But this letter, at allevents, will reach you. Say to Alice,—ah no, youwill give her no message from me.
The new Antigone : a romance ..in three volumes . legends, of course,they have in plenty. Davenant, if I get well, you must prepare LordTrelingham to receive me, if only once, within histhreshold. I will not entrust the portrait of Aliceto another. But when I have put it into his hands,I will turn again and he shall see me no more untilhe welcomes me as his daughters husband. Thank the kind fates that have suffered me towrite this. I am dead tired. I shall sleep now;and perhaps never waken. But this letter, at allevents, will reach you. Say to Alice,—ah no, youwill give her no message from me. I hear the voicesinging again the self-same words beneath mywindow— CHAP. IV THE FACE OF AN IMMORTAL 63 Las venas con poco sangre,Los ojos con mucha noche,Lo hallo en el campo aquella,Vida y muerte de los hombres. How pretty these old Spanish romances are ! Butit was not in the field that either love or deathfound me; yet, weak though I may be, I am strongenough to meet my fate, come when and how itwill. E. V. There was no other r^^^ S M ^i •^rx^ W P M CHAPTER V BUT THOU TO ME ART MORE THAN ALL ! T 1 rAS I not right, said the Earl, in calhng thata strange letter ? As you have read it to me,so did I read it to my father, keeping an anxious eyeon the door at which Lady Alice had gone out, andevery moment dreading her return. What could wesay to her ? Was it possible to hide Valences danger,or the likelihood of his arrival at Trelingham?Breaking a heavy silence, my father observed, Thishas taken almost a year to reach its Valence be still living, we must expect himin England soon ; nor can I decline to accept, evenfrom his hands, a portrait which has long beenwanting in our gallery. I looked at him in surprise. What ! I said ; has not Valence dreamt the wholestory? His letter was written during an access ofbrain-fever; and must we not suppose that his constantbrooding on the loss of my sister, combined withreminiscences of the legend of Lady
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