At one of these portentous moments,
the glad eyes of Helen met her glance. She started with horror. It
made her remember how she had been betrayed, and all that she had
suffered from Soulis. But she could not forget that she had also been
rescued; and with that blessed recollection, the image of her preserver
rose before her. At this gentle idea, her alarmed countenance took a
softer expression; and, tenderly sighing, she turned to her father's
question of "How she came to be with Lady Ruthven, when he had been
taught by Lord Andrew to believe her safe at St. Fillan's?"
"Yes," cried Murray, throwing herself on a seat beside her, "I found in
your letter to Sir William Wallace, that you had been betrayed from
your asylum by some traitor Scot; and but for the fullness of my joy at
our present meeting, I should have inquired the name of the villian!"
Lady Mar felt a deadly sickness at her heart, on hearing that Sir
William Wallace was already so far acquainted with her daughter as to
have received a letter from her; and in amazed despair, she prepared to
listen to what she expected would bring a death-stroke to her hopes.
They had met-but how?-where? They wrote to each other.
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