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 oft have I fainted by the way, and sunk into his arms, with only power to cry out—O my Diego!

"If the gentleness of your carriage has not belied your heart, you will fly to me, almost as fast as you fled from me—haste as you will, you will arrive but to see me expire.—'Tis a bitter draught, Diego, but oh! 'tis embitter'd still more by dying un."

She could proceed no farther.

Slawkenbergius supposes the word intended was unconvinced, but her strength would not enable her to finish her letter.

The heart of the courteous Diego overflowed as he read the letter—he ordered his mule forthwith and Fernandez's