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Richardson, John, 1796-1852

"Wacousta : a tale of the Pontiac conspiracy (Complete)"

Here the transport
of my joy was too great to be controlled; I felt that
NOW my prize was indeed secured to me for ever; and I
burst forth into the most passionate exclamations of
tenderness, and falling on my knees, raised my hands to
Heaven in fervent gratitude for the success with which
my enterprise had been crowned. Another would have been
discouraged at the difficulties still remaining; but with
these I was become too familiar, not to feel the utmost
confidence in encountering them, even with the treasure
that was equally perilled with myself. For a moment I
removed the bandage from the eyes of your mother, that
she might behold not only the far distant point whence
she had descended, but the frowning precipice I had daily
been in the habit of climbing to be blest with her
presence. She did so,--and her cheek paled, for the first
time, with a sense of the danger I had incurred; then
turning her soft and beautiful eyes on mine, she smiled
a smile that seemed to express how much her love would
repay me. Again our lips met, and we were happy even in
that lonely spot, beyond all language to describe.


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