Let me carry away one last look of those features, and then "-- He turned round.

He looked at her.

He hid his face on her bosom, and burst into tears.

With sobs long and loud, and convulsive as those of a terrified child, he poured forth on her bosom the tribute of impetuous and uncontrollable emotion.

He raised his head; but he in vain struggled to restore composure to the brow which had confronted the frown of Sylla, and the lips which had rivalled the eloquence of Cicero.