"
"I have no friend," said Morley, without taking his hands from
his face.
"The Saints in heaven have mercy on me," said Sybil, "for I am
very wretched."
"No, no, no," said Morley, rising rapidly from his seat, and
again kneeling at her side, "not wretched; not that tone of
anguish! What can I do? what say? Sybil, dearest Sybil, I
love you so much, so fervently, so devotedly; none can love
you as I do: say not you are wretched!"
"Alas! alas!" said Sybil.
"What shall I do? what say?" said Morley.
"You know what I would have you say," said Sybil. "Speak of
one who is my father, if no longer your friend: you know what
I would have you do--save him: save him from death and me from
despair."
"I am ready," said Morley; "I came for that. Listen. There
is a meeting to-night at half-past eight o'clock; they meet to
arrange a general rising in the country: their intention is
known to the government; they will be arrested. Now it is in
my power, which it was not when I saw your father this
morning, to convince him of the truth of this, and were I to
see him before eight o'clock, which I could easily do, I could
prevent his attendance, certainly prevent his attendance, and
he would be saved; for the government depend much upon the
papers, some proclamations, and things of that kind, which
will be signed this evening, for their proofs.
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