I resolved to execute my duty.

She followed me, and renewed her passionate entreaties to know the cause of my distress.
"I raised my head and regarded her with stedfast looks.

I muttered something about death, and the injunctions of my duty.

At these words she shrunk back, and looked at me with a new expression of anguish.
After a pause, she clasped her hands, and exclaimed-- "O Wieland! Wieland! God grant that I am mistaken; but surely something is wrong.

I see it: it is too plain: thou art undone--lost to me and to thyself." At the same time she gazed on my features with intensest anxiety, in hope that different symptoms would take place.