Identifier: internationallib16lang (find matches)
Title: The International library of famous literature : selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern, with biographical and explanatory notes and with introductions
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Mitchell, Donald Grant, 1822-1908
Subjects: Literature
Publisher: New York Merrill and Baker
Contributing Library: Internet Archive
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ches spread for you, you have committed murder.Now, in this country, murder leads to infamy, or the scaffold — and to-morrow — to-night, perhaps, you would be throwninto prison. But our enemies have said : A man like PrinceDjalma does not wait for infamy — he kills himself. A womanlike Adrienne de Cardoville does not survive the disgrace ordeath of her lover—she prefers to die. Therefore a frightfuldeath awaits them both, said the black-robed men; and thatimmense inheritance, which we covet And for you — so young, so beautiful, so innocent —death is frightful, and these monsters triumph! cried Djalma. They have spoken the truth! They have lied ! answered Adrienne. Our death shallbe celestial. This poison is slow — and I adore you, myDjalma! She spoke those words in a low voice, trembling with pas-sionate love, and, leaning upon Djalmas knees, approached sonear that he felt her warm breath upon his cheek. As hefelt that breath, and saw the humid flame that darted from the
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THE RED FISHERMAN. 7437 large, swimming eyes of Adrienne, whose half-opened lips werebecoming of a still deeper and brighter hue, the Indian started — his 3oung blood boiled in his veins—rhe forgot everything — his despair, and the approach of death, which as yet (aswith Adrienne) only showed itself in a kind of feverish ardor.His face, like the young girls, became once more splendidlybeautiful. Oh, my lover ! my husband! how beautiful you are! said Adrienne, with idolatry. Those eyes — that brow —those lips — how I love them! How many times has theremembrance of your grace and beauty, coupled with yourlove, unsettled my reason, and shaken my resolves — even tothis moment, when I am wholly yours ! Yes, Heaven willsthat we should be united. Only this morning, I gave to theapostolic man, that was to bless bur union, in thy name andmine, a royal gift — a gift that will bring joy and peace to theheart of many an unfortunate creature. Then what have weto regret, my beloved

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