Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 121 riELLICIIAMPE.
grass below them. When she looked up, and they met his
glance, he saw that they were glistening with tears.
You weep--you weep, Janet. I vex you with my love
you are unhappy. Speak say to me, dearest, what new
affliction what new strife and sorrow ? What do these
tears mean ? Say out ! I am used to hear of evil ; it will not
disturb me now. Is there any new stroke in store for me?
Do not fear to name it ; anything, only, only, Janet, if I am
to suffer, let it not be your hand which is to deal it."
There is none ; none that I. have to deal ; none that I know
of
" Then there is none ; none that should trouble me ; none
that should make you weep. No tears, Janet, I pray you.
We meet so seldom, that there should be no cloud over our
meeting. See, love, how clear, how beautiful is this night !
There were several clouds hanging about the moon at her
rising, but they are all gone, and now hang like so much
silver canopy above her head : she is almost full and round ;
and there is something of promise in her smile for us�so,
dearest, it appears to me. Smile with me, smile with her,
my beloved, and forget your griefs, and dismiss your tears."" Alas, Ernest ! how can I smile, when all things alarm me
for you ? The pursuit to-night�your vindictive enemy,
Barsfield, oh, Ernest, why will you be so headstrong so
rash ?"
There is no danger.. I fear him not, Janet ; but he shall
learn to fear me : he does fear ine, and hence it is that he
hates and pursues me. But the fugitive will turn upon his
pursuer yet. The time is coming, and, by the God of heav-
en
She put her hand upon his arm, and looked appealingly into
his eyes, but spoke not.
Well, well, say nothing : forgive me, dearest ; I will speak
no more of him ; I will not vex you with his name �you are
now sufficiently vexed with his presence. But the time will
come, Janet, and, by Heaven�if I mistake not greatly
Heaven's justice it can not be far off, when he shall render
me a fearful account of all his doings to me and mine. He