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But oh! I know it well;—thou should'st be here. My brother must not die,

Must not, and shall not, be thou well assured. Thou know'st it then; he has to thee reveal'd?

To me nor no one else has he reveal'd it.

Yet is it known to thee.

I have by instinct learnt it. This poor heart! Fear and affection have divined the truth. The horror he express'd when I proposed To write to thee and hasten thy return, Came like a flash of lightning on my mind, And then the truth was instantly reveal'd.

Noble Van Maurice! generous, matchless friend! Be comforted, my dearest; he is safe.

But thou art not—O, thou art not, my Claudien! (Wringing her hands distractedly.) Alas, alas! we're dreadfully beset. The innocent must not die; and with the guilty