[OpenJades-user] onour, melancholy, and, i

[Perrien L. <rec...@ca...>]

 stature. It gazed upon the pair with eyes that burned with a
preternatural blaze, and a voice which Maltravers too well remembered
shrieked out "Love! love! What! _thou_ love again? Where is the Dead!
Ha, ha! Where is the Dead?" Evelyn, startled by the words, looked up,
and clung in speechless terror to Maltravers. He remained rooted to the
spot. "Unhappy man," said he, at length, and soothingly, "how came you
hither? Fly not, you are with friends." "Friends!" said the maniac, with
a scornful laugh. "I know thee, Ernest Maltravers,--I know thee: but it
is not thou who hast locked me up in darkness and in hell, side by side
with the mocking fiend! Friends! ah, but no Friends shall catch me now!
I am free! I am free! Air and wave are not more free!" And the madman
laughed with horrible glee. "She is fair--fair," he said, abruptly
checking himself, and with a changed voice, "but not so fair as the
Dead. Faithless that thou art--and yet she loved _thee_! Woe to thee!
woe! Maltravers, the perfidious! Woe to thee--and remorse--and shame!"
"Fear not, Evelyn,--fear not," whispered Maltravers, gently, and placing
her behind him; "support your courage,--nothing shall harm you." Evelyn,
though very pale, and trembl