Jon Hagadorn

But whether it be for recompense or punishment, I accept my fate.

Come, Hayidi, come.

And throwing his arm around the young girl's waist, he pressed the hand of Valentine and disappeared.

An hour had nearly passed, during which Valentine, breathless and motionless, watched steadfastly over Morel.

At length she felt his heartbeat.

A faint breath played upon his lips.

A slight shudder, announcing the return of life, passed through the young man's frame.

At length his eyes opened, but they were at first fixed and expressionless.

Then sight returned, and with it feeling and grief.

"'Oh!'

he cried, in an accent of despair.

"'The Count has deceived me!

I am yet living!'

And extending his hand towards the table, he seized a knife.

"'Dearest!'

exclaimed Valentine, with her adorable smile.

"'Awake, and look at me!'

Morel uttered a loud exclamation, and, frantic, doubtful, dazzled, as though by a celestial vision—

he fell upon his knees.

The next morning at daybreak, Valentine and Morel were walking arm in arm on the seashore.