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Rh all things reached even to me. Methought in that quiet hour I might lift up my voice in supplication, and ask of that serene and pitying heaven a sign of pardon.

"I knelt upon the earth; when, lo! there rose before me that frail and drooping form, that pale and reproachful face; while moonbeams glittered on the water that yet dripped from the long black hair. There she stood, wan and motionless, till I sprung from my knee: and I saw the shape melt gradually away—the large dull eyes fixed upon me to the last! I had asked for a sign, and one was sent me from the grave: she came to tell me that my guilt was still remembered against me.

"Yet I continued to wander amid those gloomy rocks, till one hot noon I was resting beside a well, where a party of robbers sought refreshment also. They made me prisoner, and sold me as a slave. I could move your pity were I to tell you of half the hardships I endured; but I ask no sympathy but for my love and for my sorrow. The last master into whose hands I fell was a follower of the occult sciences; and now my previous studies availed me much. Together we watched the stars, together pondered over their movements and their influences; and when the