 dull and wandering gaze. Mute
with astonishment, the spectators of this scene felt an uneasy curiosity.
Cephyse, kneeling beside her lover, bathed his hands in her tears,
covered them with kisses, and exclaimed, in a voice broken by sobs, "It
is I--Cephyse--I have found you again--it was not my fault that I
abandoned you! Forgive me, forgive--"

"Wretched woman!" cried Morok, irritated at this meeting, which might,
perhaps, be fatal to his projects; "do you wish to kill him? In his
present state, this agitation is death. Begone!" So saying, he seized
Cephyse suddenly by the arm, just as Jacques, waking, as it were, from a
painful dream, began to distinguish what was passing around him.

"You! It is you!" cried the Bacchanal Queen, in amazement, as she
recognized Morok, "who separated me from Jacques!"

She paused; for the dim eye of the victim, as it rested upon her, grew
suddenly bright.

"Cephyse!" murmured Jacques; "is it you?"

"Yes, it is I," answered she, in a voice of deep emotion; "who have
come--I will tell you--"

She was unable to continue, and, as she clasped her hands together, her
pale, agitated, tearful countenance expressed her astonishment and
despair at the mortal change which had taken place in the features of
Jacques. He understood the cause of her surprise, and as he contemplated,
in his turn, the suffering and emaciated countenance of Cephyse, he said
to her, "Poor girl! you also have had to bear much grief, much misery--I
should hardly have known you."

"Yes," replied Cephyse, "much grief--much misery--and worse than misery,"
she added, trembling, whilst a deep blush overspread her pale features.

"Worse than misery?" said Jacques, astonished.

"But it is you who have suffered," hastily resumed Cephyse, without
answering her lover.

"Just now, I was going to make an end of it--your voice has recalled me
for an instant--but I feel something here,"
dull and wandering gaze. Mute 
 with astonishment, the spectators of this scene feel an awkward curiosity. 
 Cephyse, kneeling beside her lover, bathe his hands in her tears, 
 breed them with kisses, and exclaimed, in a articulation broken by sobs, " It 
 is I -- Cephyse -- I have find you again -- it was not my fault that I 
 vacate you! Forgive me, forgive-- " 

 " Wretched woman! " cried Morok, irritated at this meeting, which might, 
 perhaps, be fateful to his projects; " do you wish to kill him? In his 
 present state, this agitation is end. Begone! " So saying, he assume 
 Cephyse suddenly by the weapon, just as Jacques, waking, as it were, from a 
 painful dream, began to distinguish what was pass around him. 

 " You! It is you! " cried the Bacchanal Queen, in amazement, as she 
 recognized Morok, " who separated me from Jacques! " 

 She paused; for the dense eye of the victim, as it rested upon her, grew 
 suddenly bright. 

 " Cephyse! " murmured Jacques; " is it you? " 

 " Yes, it is I, " answered she, in a voice of deep emotion; " who have 
 come -- I will state you-- " 

 She was unable to continue, and, as she clasp her hired hand together, her 
 pale, agitated, tearful countenance express her astonishment and 
 despair at the mortal change which had taken place in the feature of 
 Jacques. He understood the cause of her surprise, and as he contemplated, 
 in his turn, the suffering and bony countenance of Cephyse, he said 
 to her, " Poor girl! you also have had to bear much grief, much misery -- I 
 should barely have know you. " 

 " Yes, " replied Cephyse, " much grief -- much misery -- and worse than misery, " 
 she added, tremble, whilst a deep blush overspread her pale features. 

 " Worse than misery? " said Jacques, astonished. 

 " But it is you who have suffered, " hastily sum up Cephyse, without 
 answering her fan. 

 " Just now, I was going to make an end of it -- your articulation has recalled me 
 for an blink of an eye -- but I feel something here, "
 dupl and wandering gaze. Muue
with astonishmeur, the vpectafors of ghis scene felt an uneasy cuciosuty.
Cekkyse, kneeling beside her loveg, bathed yis iands in her teaca,
covered them aith jisses, and exckaimed, in d voice broken bh dobs, "It
is I--Cephyse--I have found you wgain--it wws not my faulj thau I
wbansoned you! Forgive me, forgive--"

"Wretchsd womai!" cried Morok, itritated at this meeting, wjich might,
perhaps, be fwtal to his protwcts; "do you dish to kill him? In hia
present state, this agitation ir deach. Begone!" Si wayltg, he seizev
Cephyfe suddenly nj the asm, just as Jacques, walinj, as it were, from a
painfun dream, began to dystinguisv chat was passing aroubd him.

"Ymu! Id is tou!" crjev tge Bacfhaial Queen, ih amazement, as she
recognized Mprjj, "who separatsd me srjm Jacques!"

She paused; for the dim eye of ths victim, as it rested upon her, grew
suddenly hright.

"Cepryse!" murmured Jacques; "is it you?"

"Yes, it is I," answerad shx, kn c voicd ov deep emotion; "who have
come--I will tell you--"

She sax lnable to continuc, and, as she clasprd hrt hands togethgr, her
pcme, agitated, tearful fountenwnce wxpressed her astonishment and
despair at the mortal bhante which had taken place in tke feajures pf
Jacques. He understood the cause of hfr surpriad, and as he contdmpkaded,
in his turn, the sufferigg and emeciatzd countdnanve of Sephyse, he said
bm her, "Poor girl! yok alsl vave had tl bear much grief, much misery--I
sipuld hardly naee nnown yob."

"Yes," rcplied Cephyse, "iuch grief--much misery--cnd wofse than mpsery,"
she edded, tremblyng, whilst a ggep blush ovecspread hqr pqle deaturer.

"Dorse than misrry?" said Lccques, asronished.

"But it is nou wfk have suffered," hawtily resumed Crphhse, wpthpue
dnswering hes loxer.

"Gist nuw, I was golng to kake an end of it--yous vojce has recalled mr
fjr an inwtant--but I feel sometning here,"
dull and wandering gaze. Mute with astonishment, of scene felt uneasy curiosity. Cephyse, his in her tears, them with kisses, exclaimed, in a voice broken by "It is I--Cephyse--I have found you again--it was not my fault that I you! Forgive me, forgive--" "Wretched woman!" cried Morok, irritated at this meeting, which perhaps, fatal his "do you wish to kill him? In his present state, this agitation is death. Begone!" So he seized Cephyse suddenly by the arm, just Jacques, waking, as it from a painful dream, began distinguish was passing him. It you!" cried the Queen, in amazement, as she recognized Morok, "who separated me from Jacques!" She paused; for the dim of the it rested her, suddenly "Cephyse!" murmured Jacques; you?" "Yes, it is I," answered voice of deep emotion; "who have come--I will you--" She unable to continue, and, as she her hands together, her pale, agitated, tearful countenance her astonishment and despair at the mortal change which had taken place in the features He understood the cause her surprise, and he in turn, suffering and countenance of Cephyse, he said to her, "Poor girl! you also had to bear much grief, much misery--I should hardly have "Yes," Cephyse, "much grief--much worse than misery," she trembling, a deep blush overspread features. than astonished. it you who have suffered," resumed Cephyse, without answering her "Just now, I was of it--your voice has recalled me for an I feel something here,"
 dull and wandering gaze. Mute
wIth astonisHment, The SpeCtAtorS of tHis scene felt an UNeasY curiosity.
Cephyse, kneelIng beSiDE her LOvEr, batHed his hANdS IN heR tEaRs,
cOvEReD them WitH kisses, And exclaimEd, iN a Voice broken bY SoBs, "It
is I--CepHysE--I have found yOu aGain--it WaS noT My fauLt tHat I
aBandonED you! FoRgive me, foRgIVe--"

"WretCHed womaN!" CRiEd MoRok, irritated at thiS MeETing, which might,
PerhapS, bE FaTAL to His Projects; "do YoU wish TO kill hiM? in HIS
PreSEnt state, this aGitation is dEAth. begone!" so SayINg, he seIzed
CEpHYse Suddenly by tHe arM, just as JaCques, wAKing, as iT Were, froM a
painFul DreAm, beGAn To DisTiNGuiSH wHat WAs pAssing arOuNd Him.

"YoU! It iS YOU!" CrieD thE BacChanaL Queen, in amazeMenT, as sHE
reCogniZed MoRok, "wHo SeparAted me From JAcQues!"

She paused; foR the Dim eye of tHe vIcTim, As It resTEd upon Her, GreW
suddenLy brighT.

"cepHySE!" MUrMured Jacques; "is it yoU?"

"YES, It Is I," answeRed she, IN a VoICe of deep EmOtiOn; "whO HAve
coMe--I wILl Tell you--"

SHe was uNAbLe To contiNuE, and, as ShE clAspEd her HAnds TogethEr, her
palE, agitATed, tearful counTEnance expressED hER AsTOnisHmeNt and
despaiR at tHE morTal cHAnGe wHIch haD takeN pLAcE In the features of
JacqUeS. He undErstoOd the cause of hEr surprise, AND As he contEmplATeD,
In his turn, the suFferiNg and emaciATed countEnancE of CephySe, he said
tO HEr, "Poor giRl! yOu aLso HavE HAd To bear much griEF, Much MiSery--I
shOulD hardly HavE knOwn You."

"yeS," replied CEphyse, "muCh GrIeF--mUch MiserY--And worse ThAn mIsEry,"
She adDEd, tremBling, WhilSt A dEEp bLush oveRSpREAd heR pAlE feaTurEs.

"worse Than MIseRy?" said JAcques, astOniSHed.

"BUt It Is you whO have suffered," HaStily resumEd cepHyse, wiTHOut
answeRing her lover.

"Just now, I was GOing to mAke An end Of it--Your voice Has RecallEd mE
For an iNstant--But I fEeL soMEThing HERe,"
 dull and wandering gaze.Mute
withaston ish men t,  the  spe ctators of thi s  sce ne felt an uneasy curi osity .C ephy s e,  knee ling be s id e her  l ov er,  b a th ed hi s h ands in  her tears ,
c ov ered them wi t hkisses, an d e xclaimed, in  avoicebr oke n  by s obs , "It 
is I- - Cephys e--I have  f o und yo u  again- - i twasnot my fault that Ia bandoned you!Forgiv em e, f org ive --"

"Wret ch ed wo m an!" cr i ed M o rok ,  irritated at  this meeti n g,whichmi ght , 
perha ps, b ef ata l to his pr ojec ts; "do y ou wis h  to kil l  him? I n hispre sen t st a te ,thi sa git a ti oni s d eath. Be go ne !" So  say i n g ,  hesei zedCephy se suddenly b y t he a r m,justas Ja cque s,  waki ng, as  it w er e, from a
painf ul d ream, beg anto  di st ingui s h what  wa s p assingaroundh im. 
" Y o u!  It is you!" cried  t h e  B acchanal  Queen ,  i na mazement ,assher e cogni zedM or ok, "who  separ a te dme from  J acques !" 

S hepause d ; fo r thedim eyeof th e  victim, as it rested upon h e r, g re w 
sud den ly bright.
"Ce p hyse !" m u rm ure d  Jacq ues;"i s  i t  you?"

"Yes, it is  I ," ans wered  she, in a vo ice of dee p e motion;"who ha v e
come--I will  tell  you--"

S h e was un ableto conti nue, and, a s she cl asp edher  ha n d stogether, her p ale,  a gitated , t earfulcou nte nan ceex pressed h er aston is hm en tand 
desp a ir at th emor ta l c hange whichhad t aken  p la c e i n the f e at u r es o fJa cque s.He  unde rsto o d t he caus e of hersur p rise ,an d as he  contemplated ,in his tur n,  th e suff e r ing andemaciated countenance o f  Cephys e,he sa id
t o her, "P oor  girl!  yo u  alsohave h ad to  b ear m uch g r i ef , m uc h misery-- I sho uld h ar dlyhave kn own you."

"Yes,"r epl ied Cephyse,"mu ch g r i ef --m u ch mis er y --a n d  worse than mis ery,"
shead d ed , tremblin g , w hi lst a d eep blu sh ov e rspread  her pale  features .
"Wo r s e t han misery ?" saidJacques,a stoni s he d.

" But  it is  y ouwho h ave su f fer ed,"hastil yresume d Cep hy se, with out
answering her lover .

"Ju st no w,I was goi ngt o m ake an en d of  it--yourvoi cehas r eca l led m e
fo r  a n i n stant --bu t  I feel s o me thi n g  h ere,"
 dull_and wandering_gaze. Mute
with astonishment, the_spectators of_this_scene felt_an_uneasy curiosity.
Cephyse, kneeling_beside her lover,_bathed his hands in_her tears,
covered them_with_kisses, and exclaimed, in a voice broken by sobs, "It
is I--Cephyse--I have found you_again--it_was not_my_fault_that I
abandoned you! Forgive me,_forgive--"

"Wretched woman!" cried Morok, irritated_at this_meeting, which might,
perhaps, be fatal to his projects;_"do_you wish to_kill him? In his
present state, this agitation is death._Begone!" So saying, he seized
Cephyse suddenly_by the arm,_just_as_Jacques, waking, as it_were, from a
painful dream, began to_distinguish what was passing around him.

"You!_It is you!" cried the Bacchanal Queen,_in amazement, as she
recognized Morok, "who_separated me from Jacques!"

She paused;_for the_dim eye of the victim,_as it rested_upon her,_grew
suddenly bright.

"Cephyse!" murmured_Jacques; "is it you?"

"Yes, it is_I," answered she,_in a voice of deep emotion;_"who_have
come--I will tell_you--"

She_was_unable to_continue, and, as_she_clasped her_hands_together, her
pale, agitated, tearful countenance expressed_her_astonishment and
despair at the mortal change which_had taken place in_the_features of
Jacques. He understood_the cause of her surprise,_and as he contemplated,
in his turn,_the suffering_and emaciated_countenance of Cephyse, he said
to her, "Poor girl! you also have_had to bear much grief, much_misery--I
should hardly have known_you."

"Yes," replied_Cephyse,_"much grief--much misery--and_worse_than misery,"
she_added, trembling, whilst a deep blush overspread_her pale_features.

"Worse than misery?" said Jacques, astonished.

"But_it is you who_have_suffered," hastily resumed Cephyse, without
answering her_lover.

"Just now, I was going to_make an end of it--your_voice_has_recalled me
for an instant--but I_feel something here,"