I will do as you require."
"Oh, will you? then I shall be so happy!--" was her exclamation of
rejoicing. He replied gravely--
"We shall see. I will, Ellen, do as you require, but you must turn away
your eyes--go to the window and look out. I would not be seen in such a
position, nor while uttering such a prayer."
"Oh, be not ashamed, Guy Rivers. Give over that false sentiment of pride
which is now a weakness. Be the man, the--"
"Be content, Ellen, with my terms. Either as I please, or not at all. Go
to the window."
She did as he directed, and a few moments had elapsed only when he
called her to him. He had resumed his seat upon the bench, and his
features were singularly composed and quiet.
"I have done something more than you required, Ellen, for which you will
also have to forgive me. Give me your hand, now."
She did so, and he placed it upon his bosom, which was now streaming
with his blood! He had taken the momentary opportunity afforded him by
her absence at the window to stab himself to the heart with a penknife
which he had contrived to conceal upon his person.
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