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Marryat, Frederick, 1792-1848

"The Pacha of Many Tales"

She smiled
languidly; her thoughts were elsewhere. Her clothes were dry, and I
brought them to her: she shuddered at the sight of them, and seemed to
muster up her resolution before she could put them on. Night closed in
upon us, and we remained in the cave: our bed was formed of the cloaks
and the sail of the boat and, locked in each other's arms, separated
from all the world, and living but for each other, we fell asleep. The
morning broke: not a cloud was to be seen through the blue expanse. We
walked out, and dwelt in silent admiration upon the splendour of the
scene. The island was clothed in beauty; the sun poured his genial rays
upon the wild fertility of nature; the birds were warbling forth their
notes of joy; the sea was calm and clear as a mirror, reflecting the
steep hills which towered above each other. "Here then, Rosina," cried
I, at last, with rapture, "we have all that we require, blessed in each
other's love."
Rosina burst into tears: "All--all, Henrique, except an approving
conscience, without which I feel that I cannot live. I love you--love
you dearly--dote upon you, Henrique: you cannot doubt it after all that
has occurred: but now that the delirium of passion has subsided,
conscience has been busy--too busy, for it has embittered all; and I
feel that happiness is flown for ever. I wedded myself to God; I chose
my Saviour as my spouse; I vowed myself to him--was received by him at
the altar; and I abandoned this world for that which is to come.


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