The conviction that Wallace was under mortal sentence, which the
heaven-sent impression of his eternal bliss had just almost
obliterated, now glared upon her with redoubled horrors. This world
again rose before her in the person of Gloucester. It reminded her
that she and Wallace were not yet passed into the hereafter, whose
anticipated reunion had wrapt her in such sweet elysium. He had yet
the bitter cup of death to drink to the dregs; and all of human
weakness again writhed within her bosom. "And is there no hope?"
faltered she, looking earnestly on the disturbed face of Gloucester,
who had bowed with a pitying respect to her as he approached her. And
then, while he seemed hesitating for an answer, she more firmly, but
imploringly resumed: "Oh, let me seek your king? once he was a crusade
prince! The cross was then on his breast, and the love of Him who came
to redeem lost man, nay, even his direst enemies, from death unto life,
must have been then in your king's heart. Oh, if once there, it cannot
be wholly extinguished now! Let me, gracious earl, but recall to him
that he was then beloved by a queen who to this day is the glory of her
sex.
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