The form of the one, lovely beyond comparison, flitted
before him, while her name, murmured with words of passion by his parted
lips, carried with its utterance a sweet promise of a pure faith, and an
unforgetting affection. Never once, since the hour of his departure from
home, had he, in his waking moments, permitted that name to find a place
upon his lips, and now syllabled into sound by them in his unconscious
dreams, it fell with a stunning influence upon an auditor, whose heart
grew colder in due proportion with the unconscious but warm tenderness
of epithet with which his tongue coupled its utterance.
The now completely unhappy Lucy stood sad and statue-like. She heard
enough to teach her the true character of her own feelings for one,
whose articulated dreams had revealed the secret of his passion for
another; and almost forgetting for a while the office upon which she had
come, she continued to give ear to those sounds which brought to her
heart only additional misery.
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