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fortalice in the islet, where she had remained for several days.
On the night immediately previous to that of her escape, Eliza was lying on her pallet-bed, ruminating on her sorrows. It was past midnight, and all was silent around her, save the dull sound of the wave, as it lapped against the stones of the bulwark, or the prolonged and melancholy notes of the owl, that, perched upon a broken part of the ruins, replied to the echoes of its own hoot. ings. The reflected moon-beam found its way through the loop-hole, and fell faintly upon the pavement of her cell. Her eyes were vacantly fixed upon it, in the listless dream of hopeless sadness. On a sudden the miserable apartment was obscured, by the approach of some object from without, and, turning her eyes towards the aperture, to ascertain the cause, she, to her great terfor, beheld a dwarfish figure, in the act of squeezing itself through the opening, though it appeared to be hardly more than sufficient to admit a
She remembered the apparition of the cha. pel, and she screamed with affright. But it fortunately happened that her guards were at too great a distance at the time to hear her shrieks.
In an instant the Carline stood upon the floor by her bed-side, and seizing her arm with a powerful gripe, she said, in a deep and hollow voice, that chilled her heart, and overpowered even the violent effects of her alarm,
“ Utter not another sound, or you are lost for ever!«I come to save you !"-Then, all at once assuming a tender tone,--" Eliza, fear me not. This haggard, forbidding-aspect, bodes any thing but evil to you. When you were yet a child, this ghastly visage terrified your infant heart, and you fled from my embrace. Ah ! little did you know of whom you were afraid. But I forgave you ; and, conscious of my own deformity, I vanished from your sight, that I might not shock your young eyes with this hideous form in which God has been pleased to imprison my soul.. Nor have I ever dared again to cross your path. But I am your guardian angel ;--and now the dreadful fate that hangs over you compels me to appear, and imperiously demands that you should dismiss the fears of childhood. Summon up your resolution then, and bear to look and listen to one who comes to deliver you from this dungeon, and to whom,
though you are ignorant of it, you are already indebted for life itself."
Her last expressions were uttered with a remarkable earnestness of manner--the voice gradually mellowing, and even faltering as it approached the conclusion of the sentence, and Eliza felt the warm tear-drops falling upon the arm which the mysterious being still retained.
My child !--my child !" said she, in a voice almost stifled with the strength of her emotions,—“ my beloved child ! what torments have I endured from the cruel necessity of separating myself from you !- What are the scoffs and taunts of the wicked and the unfeeling, compared to the bitter thought of being for ever deprived of the smiles of one, who ought to be eternal sunshine to me!-But,” added she with more composure, as if endeavouring to command herself,
" the hours pass.--This is not a time to in. dulge in dreams which ought to have been long ago forgotten, but which now come upon my soul like the beams of the first dawn upon the cold damp shadows of the wide chaos. It behooves me now to ply the active work of your deliverance. Long have I searched before I discovered the place of
your confinement,-and now I come but to prepare you for flight, for as yet the means are to be sought. To-morrow night I see you again. Tomorrow night I come with him you love, to snatch you from those perils which here surround you. Nay, start not!- Amherst Oakenwold will be here ! Be prepared for a midnight journey. Let not, in the meanwhile, your hopes betray themselves to the ruffians who guard you. Above all, arm yourself with prudence, to ensure your leaving your prison in silence; and let not the sight of Amherst Oakenwold overpower your reason so far as to render all my precautions and endeavours unavailing. Eliza !--my Eliza, I must call you !-farewell for to-night !"
She paused—the partial light showed the strong workings of her emotions ;-she bent her head upon the hand she held, and uttering, in a smothered voice, but with inconceivable tenderness, “God, in his infinite mercy, support and protect you, my beloved child !” she escaped-Eliza hardly knew how—so overpowered was she with astonishment, and with the various thoughts, and feelings, which crowded rapidly upon her in consequence of this strange interview.