Then let us fly.

To-night you will be taken.

Your rival will triumph over both of us; and I--I, oh! I shall not survive it.

Save me, then, Reilly, and let me fly with you." "God knows," replied Reilly, with deep emotion, "if I suffered myself to be guided by the impulse of my heart, I would yield to wishes at once so noble and disinterested.

I cannot, however, suffer my affection, absorbing and inexpressible as it is, to precipitate your ruin.