"
"Almighty Heaven! where am I?" exclaimed the wretched
girl, again unclosing her eyes to all the horror of her
position; for again she lay at the side, and within the
encircling arm, of her enemy. "Oh, Sir Everard Valletort,
I thought I was with you, and that you had saved me from
this monster. Where is my brother?--Where are Frederick
and Madeline?--"Why have they deserted me?--Ah! my
heart will break. I cannot endure this longer, and live."
"Clara, Miss de Haldimar," groaned Sir Everard, in a
voice of searching agony; "could I lay down my life for
you, I would; but you see these bonds. Oh God! oh God!
have pity on the innocent; and for once incline the heart
of yon fierce monster to the whisperings of mercy." As
he uttered the last sentence, he attempted to sink on
his knees in supplication to Him he addressed, but the
tension of the cord prevented him; yet were his hands
clasped, and his eyes upraised to heaven, while his
countenance beamed with an expression of fervent enthusiasm.
"Peace, babbler! or, by Heaven! that prayer shall be your
last," vociferated Wacousta. "But no," he pursued to
himself, dropping at the same time the point of his
upraised tomahawk; "these are but the natural writhings
of the crushed worm; and the longer protracted they are,
the more complete will be my vengeance.
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