Contention was then no more, and I resigned myself, to follow him."
"What a desert does the world become!" exclaimed Helen; then turning on
Wallace with a saint-like smile, she added, "I would hardly now
withhold you. You will bear him Helen's love, and tell him how soon I
shall be with you. If your Father would not allow my heart to break,
in his mercy he may take my soul in the prayers which I shall hourly
breathe to him!"
"Thou hast been lent to me as my sweet consolation here, my Helen,"
replied he, "and the Almighty dispenser of that comfort will not long
banish you from the object of your innocent wishes."
While they thus poured into each other's bosoms the ineffable balm of
friendship's purest tenderness, the eyes of Wallace insensibly closed.
"Your gentle influence," gently murmured he, "brings that sleep to my
eyelids which has not visited them since I first entered these walls.
Like my Marion, Helen, thy presence brings healing on its wings."
"Sleep, then," replied she, "and Marion's angel spirit will keep watch
with mine."
Chapter LXXXIII.
The State Dungeon.
Though all the furies of the elements seemed let loose to rage around
the walls of the dungeon, still Wallace slept in the loud uproar.
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