My hour approaches; a little while, and it will be night!" As she spoke, Glyndon listened with visible emotion and perturbation.
"Isabel!" he exclaimed, as she ceased, "your words more than ever enchain me to you.

As you feel, I feel.

I, too, have been ever haunted with a chill and unearthly foreboding.

Amidst the crowds of men I have felt alone.

In all my pleasures, my toils, my pursuits, a warning voice has murmured in my ear, 'Time has a dark mystery in store for thy manhood.' When you spoke it was as the voice of my own soul." Isabel gazed upon him in wonder and fear.