The last part of Antonina's address to him, was expressed in the same terms as a past appeal from other lips, and in other accents, which still clung to his memory.

The same demand, 'Remember your promise,' which had been advanced to urge him to bloodshed, by Goisvintha, was now proffered by Antonina, to lure him to pity.

The petition of affection was concluded in the same terms as the petition of revenge.

As he thought on both, the human pity of the one, and the fiend-like cruelty of the other, rose in sinister and significant contrast on the mind of the Goth, realising in all its perils the struggle that was to come when Goisvintha returned, and dispelling instantaneously the last hopes that he had yet ventured to cherish for the fugitive at his side.
'No assault of the city is commanded--no assault is intended.

Your father's life is safe from the swords of the Goths,' he gloomily replied, in answer to Antonina's last words.
The girl moved back from him a few steps as he spoke, and looked thoughtfully round the tent.