Art thou contented ?" "No! ah, no! Severe as thou art, I love better to hear thee than, than--What am I saying?
And now you have saved me, I shall pray for you, bless you, think of you; and am I never to see you more?
Alas! the moment you leave me, danger and dread will darken round me.

Let me be your servant, your slave; with you I should have no fear." A dark shade fell over Zicci's brow; he looked from the ground, on which his eyes had rested while she spoke, upon the earnest and imploring face of the beautiful creature that now knelt before him, with all the passions of an ardent and pure, but wholly untutored and half-savage, nature speaking from the tearful eyes and trembling lips.

He looked at her with an aspect she could not interpret; in his eyes were kindness, sorrow, and even something, she thought, of love: yet the brow frowned, and the lip was stern.
"It is in vain that we struggle with our doom," said he, calmly; "listen to me yet.

I am a man, Isabel, in whom there are some good impulses yet left, but whose life is, on the whole, devoted to a systematic and selfish desire to enjoy whatever life can afford.

To me it is given to warn: the warning neglected, I interfere no more; I leave her victories to that Fate that I cannot baffle of her prey.