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Transcription 106 COUNT JULIAN; OR,

which was to undo the gate before them. Wilful man ! " he continued, as if in reflection to himself, " but for his devoted blindness—but that he was bowed down to the footstool of this accursed Pharaoh—he had still been happy with his young and gentle wife, and the sweet boy which she brought him."
No more, no more, father ! I pray thee, no more ! " cried Egiza, in tones of agonizing reflection. Let. us speed—let us fly from this place; I would not hear her voice again ! Quick, my father ; thrust back the bolt ; let us feel the cool air, or I faint."" The gate is wide, my brother. God hath delivered thee in safety ; to Him be all the glory and the praise. I have been but a humble instrument in His hands ; even as this iron instrument hath been in mine. Thou art free. The walls of the pagan Scipio are before thee ; the palace of the accursed Roderick on the left. A light thou .seest is burning in his chamber ; but how soon, my brother, will all be dark in that palace ! It is with thee alone, my brother, thou knowest ; and I crave not for thy secret."
I am free ! " exclaimed Egiza, not seeming to hear the monk, while the sweat poured freely down his forehead and his neck. I am free, father, and I thank thee for thy service—though I would"
He was about to say, though I would not that thou shouldst have paid so dear a ransom for me "—but he forbore, since it would have seemed ungracious for him to have done so ; and he now began to discover the madness under which his companion labored.
" Thank me not, holy father," replied the priest; it is my; joy to serve the Lord, and to help him whom the Lord honoreth. Thou little knowest how my heart rejoices that I have been permitted to do for thee so much. Tell me what more I may do for thee, and increase the happiness which is now living in my soul."" Lead me to the lord Oppas ! " was the reply, and they trod the streets in silence; Egiza filled with thoughts and feelings that troubled and rebuked him ; while Romano, his hands reeking with blood, felt nothing but a holy fervor, which increased with every moment of his internal self-contemplation.