International Weekly Miscellany - Volume 1, No. 9, August 26, 1850 by Various
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"To me also the name of Wensleben is familiar. There is a link between our souls. Your friend has often spoken of you to me." But she could say no more; tears checked her speech. Edward's eyes were glistening also, and the two companions were silent; at length he began once more: "My dear lady," he said, "my time is short, and I have a solemn message to deliver to you. Will you allow me to do so now?" "To me?" she asked, in a tone of astonishment. "From my departed friend," answered Edward, emphatically. "From Ferdinand?--and that now--after--" she shrunk back, as if in terror. "Now that he is no longer with us, do you mean? I found the message in his papers, which have been intrusted to me only lately, since I have been in the neighborhood. Among them was a token which I was to restore to you." He produced the ring. Emily seized it wildly, and trembled as she looked upon it. "It is indeed my ring," she said at length, "the same which I gave him when we plighted our troth in secret. You are acquainted with everything, I perceive; I shall therefore risk nothing if I speak openly." |
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