. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . aeton! and theyoung innocent dashes through the open window on tothe lawn, whither he is followed by his sister, and wherewe see the carriage containing Mr. and Mrs. Bonningtonrolling over the smooth walk. Bessy advances towards me, and gives me readilyenough now the hand she had refused anon. I never thought you would have refused it, Bessy,said I. Refuse it to the best friend I ever had! she says,pressing my hand. Ah, dear Mr. Batchelor, wha
. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . aeton! and theyoung innocent dashes through the open window on tothe lawn, whither he is followed by his sister, and wherewe see the carriage containing Mr. and Mrs. Bonningtonrolling over the smooth walk. Bessy advances towards me, and gives me readilyenough now the hand she had refused anon. I never thought you would have refused it, Bessy,said I. Refuse it to the best friend I ever had! she says,pressing my hand. Ah, dear Mr. Batchelor, what anungrateful wretch I should be, if I did! Let me see your eyes. Why do wear spectacles?You never wore them in Beak Street, I say. You seeI was very fond of the child. She had wound herselfaround me in a thousand fond ways. Owing to a certainPersons conduct my heart may be a ruin—a Persepolis,sir—a perfect Tadmor. But what then? May not atraveller rest under its shattered columns? May not anArab maid repose there till the morning dawns and thecaravan passes on? Yes, my heart is a Palmyra, andonce a Queen inhabited me (O Zenobia! Zenobia! to. Bessys Spectacles MISS PRIOR IS KEPT AT THE DOOR 251 think thou shouldst have been led away captive byan OD—!) Now, I am alone, alone in the solitarywilderness. Nevertheless, if a stranger comes to meI have a spring for his weary feet, I will give him theshelter of my shade. Rest thy cheek awhile, youngmaiden, on my marble—then go thy ways and leaveme. This I thought, or something to this effect, as in replyto my remark, Let me see your eyes, Bessy took offher spectacles, and I took them up and looked at didnt I say to her, My dear brave Elizabeth! asI look in your face, I see you have had an awful deal ofsuffering. Your eyes are inscrutably sad. We who areinitiated, know the members of our Community of Sor-row. We have both been wrecked in different ships, andbeen cast on this shore. Let us go hand-in-hand, andfind a cave
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