Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XXXIX: Troubles of the Lovers >> Page 322

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 322 MELLICHAMPE.
Is he gone ?" were the first, shudderingly-expressed words,
which the suffering maiden addressed to Rose Duncan, as the
latter assisted her in rising from the floor. Her eyes were
red and swollen ; her glance wild, wandering, and strangely
full of light ; her lips compressed with a visible effort, as if to
restrain the expression of those emotions which were still so
powerfully felt and shown. Instead of replying to the ques-
tion of Janet, Rose could not forbear an exclamation of partial
I warned you �I told you not to see him, Janet. You
are now sorry for it."
No�no ! I must have known it, and better as it is bet-
ter, better as it is� to know it all ; there is no second stroke
no other that can now be felt, except God of heaven ! have
mercy, and save me from that !"
She buried her face in the bosom of Rose, and sobbed with
convulsive sorrows, as her imagination presented to her eye
the probable result of the trial to which her lover was to be
"He never spares, Rose be has no mercies! From the
place of trial to the place of death, it is but a step ! So the
malignant Barsfield said it, and so it will be with such judges
as Balfour and Tarleton." And, as she spoke, she closed her
eyes, as if to shut out the dreadful images of doom and death
which were gathering thickly before her. It was only in
fitful starts of' speech that Rose could gather from her com-
panion the truth of her situation and the cause of her grief.
It was only by successive pictures of the dreadful events