I am her father's representative, I am the voice of
grateful Scotland, thanking her for the preservation her generous
exertions yielded! And to you, my prince, I am your friend, your
subject--all that is devoted and true."
Thus enjoying the dear communion of hearts, the interchange of mind,
and mingling soul with soul, did these three friends journey toward the
gates of Paris. Every hour seemed an age of blessedness to Helen, so
gratefully did she enjoy each passing moment of a happiness that seemed
to speak of Paradise. Nature never before appeared so beautiful in her
eyes, the sky was more serene, the birds sung with sweeter notes, the
landscape shone in brighter charms; the fragrances of the flowers
bathed her senses in the softest balm; and the very air as it breathed
around her, seemed fraught with life and joy. But Wallace animated the
scene; and while she fancied that she inhaled his breath in every
respiration, she moved as if on enchanted ground. Oh! she could have
lingered there forever! and hardly did she know what it was to draw any
but sighs of bliss till she saw the towers of Paris embattling the
horizon. They reminded her that she was now going to be occasionally
divided from him; that when entered within those walls, it would no
longer be decorous for her to pass days and nights in listening to his
voice, in losing all of woman's love in the beautified affection of an
angel.
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