"I cannot reconcile it to my feelings that one so young, so beautiful, should be thus treated.

Dwelling on this idea unmans me--unfits me for sterner duties.

The great crisis is at hand, and I must live only for it." "Live for it, then," rejoined Viviana; "but, oh! let me remain with you till the blow is struck.

Something tells me I may yet be useful to you--may save you." "No more of this, if you would indeed remain," rejoined Guy Fawkes, sternly.

"Regard me as a sword in the hand of fate, which cannot be turned aside,--as a bolt launched from the cloud, and shattering all in its course, which may not be stopped,--as something terrible, exterminating, immovable.