And so, here it is,--I write her name for you once more--this time her real name, so far as any in America know it--thus,--Josephine, Countess St.Auban, of France, of Hungary, of America, abolitionist, visionary, firebrand.
There, then,--though I think you will find the matter of taking possession somewhat difficult to compass--so far as I am concerned, she is, with all my heart, yours to have and to hold, _if you can_! My duty to her is over.

Yours begins, I hope!" Dunwody found no speech.

He was pale, and breathing fast.
Gravity increased in the other's demeanor.

His face now looked drawn, weary.

"I beg, my dear sir," he said, "nay, I entreat and command you, to make all gentle and kind use of this which the gods have given you.