to die—I dare not raise my arm against you." "Yet I am defenceless," said Glenarvon, with a bitter smile, throwing the dagger to the ground. "Depart for ever from me," said the duke—"your presence here is terrible to all."
Zerbellini now knelt before his father, who, straining him closely to his bosom, wept over him.—In a moment, yells and cries were heard; and a thousand torches illumined the wood. Some stood in horror to contemplate the murdered form of Lady Margaret; others, with shouts of triumph, conveyed the heir of Delaval to his home. Mrs. Seymour, Mac Allain, and others, received with transport the long lost boy: shouts of delight and cheers, long and repeated, proclaimed his return. The rumour of these events spread far and wide; the concourse of people who crowded around to hear and inquire, and see their young lord, was immense.
A mournful silence succeeded. Lady
