power can avert the stroke, and the shadow of Fate's uplifted hand already

darkens me.

To you, Lionel, I entrust your sister and her child. Never mention to her

the fatal name of Evadne. She would doubly sorrow over the strange link

that enchains me to her, making my spirit obey her dying voice, following

her, as it is about to do, to the unknown country."

I listened to him with wonder; but that his sad demeanour and solemn

utterance assured me of the truth and intensity of his feelings, I should

with light derision have attempted to dissipate his fears. Whatever I was

about to reply, was interrupted by the powerful emotions of Clara. Raymond

had spoken, thoughtless of her presence, and she, poor child, heard with

terror and faith the prophecy of his death. Her father was moved by her

violent grief; he took her in his arms and soothed her, but his very

soothings were solemn and fearful. "Weep not, sweet child," said he, "the

coming death of one you have hardly known. I may die, but in death I can

never forget or desert my own Clara. In after sorrow or joy, believe that

you father's spirit is near, to save or sympathize with you. Be proud of

me, and cherish your infant remembrance of me. Thus, sweetest, I shall not

appear to die. One thing you must promise,--not to speak to any one but

your uncle, of the conversation you have just overheard. When I am gone,

you will console your mother, and tell her that death was only bitter

because it divided me from her; that my last thoughts will be spent on her.

But while I live, promise not to betray me; promise, my child."

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