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48 banks, the river grew darker and darker—all made one of those exciting scenes where the imagination, like a landscape-painter, colours from nature, only idealising a little. A bend in the river shut out the castle light: the boatmen paused on their oars. "All path by the river ends here on their side; and we are now as safe as fish in the sea when there's nobody to catch them," said the same coarse voice as before. Cecil now commenced his narrative, which was soon told. Attracted by the extreme beauty of the wild and little-known southern part of Naples, he had been wandering there for some weeks—so he said; to which may be added, he was making up his mind whether Miss Arundel would think him a welcome visitor at the villa. We always hesitate where the feelings are concerned—and he loitered away a whole day of uncertainty when only within a couple of hours' ride from their house. This, he stated, was occasioned by the great beauty of the place and its environs. About sunset, he was leaning on the remains of an old wall, which had once probably surrounded a Roman encampment, and now served as a line of demarcation between two villages,