Then I remembered Gerald's character through the country as a gallant and a general lover; and I closed my eyes as if to shut out the vision when I recalled the beauty of his form contrasted with the comparative plainness of my own.
"There is no hope," I repeated; and an insensibility, rather than sleep, crept over me.

Dreadful and fierce dreams peopled my slumbers; and, when I started from them at a late hour the next day, I was unable to rise from my bed: my agitation and my wanderings had terminated in a burning fever.

In four days, however, I recovered sufficiently to mount my horse: I rode to the Spaniard's house; I found there only the woman who had been Don Diego's solitary domestic.

The morning before, Alvarez and his daughter had departed, none knew for certain whither; but it was supposed their destination was London.

The woman gave me a note: it was from Isora; it contained only these lines: Forget me: we are now parted forever.