surrounded her, and from which she, in vain, attempted to shrink. It was a dreadful moment. Glenarvon, who never yet had sued in vain, marked every varying turn of her countenance which too well expressed his empire and her own weakness. "I cannot live without you.—Mine you are—mine you shall ever be," he said, "whilst this heart beats with life." Then with a smile of exultation, he seized her in his arms.
Starting however with all the terror which the first approach to guilt must ever cause, "Spare me," she cried, terrified and trembling: "even though my heart should break in the struggle, let me not act so basely by him to whom I am bound."—"Say only, that you do not hate me—say only," he continued, with more gentleness, and pressing her hand to his lips—"say only, that you share the tortures of agony you have inflicted—say that which I know and see—that I am loved to adoration—even as I love you."
