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 he, ‘my tender damel: let not your bright eyes be ecliped, and the joys of wedlock be overcat with tears. Give yourelf no trouble about the veil; it has been carefully preerved and is now in my poeion. Since you have uch a longing deire—promie but to keep it from your husband, and not to betray me, and I will fetch it from my flax-chamber: I long myelf to ee how it uits your wedding cloaths, and becomes you.’ Callita tood motionles as a tatue; the blood topped in her veins for atonihment. Joy for the dicovery, and anger at Friedbert’s hypocriy, held her in upene for everal econds; but on hearing the matron tramping back in her wooden hoes, he collected all her thoughts, joyfully received the veil from her hands, threw open the window, and as he fatened the golden crown on her head, and the ethereal garment rolled down her houlders, he was changed to a wan, pread