The world is so dark--so dark."
Arthur had been tempted before--sorely, terribly tempted--but
never like this, and recoiling a pace or two, he stood with the
dead Nina between himself and she weeping heavily, while the wild
thought swept over him, "Is it right that I should fiend her away?
" but over her an instant, and stretching his hand across the
grave, he laid it on the head of the kneeling girl, giving her the
blessing she so much craved, and then bidding her leave him.
"They are calling to you," he added, as he heard Victor's voice in
the distance, and struggling to her feet, Edith started to go, but
forgetting all sense of propriety in that dreadful parting, she
turned to him again and said,
"I am going, Arthur, but I must ask one question. It will make my
future brighter if I know you love me still, be it ever so little.
Do you, Arthur, and when you know I am Richard's wife will you
think of me sometimes, and pity me, too? I shall need it so much!"
Arthur had not expected this, and he reeled as if smitten with a
heavy blow.
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