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"As Heaven wills the trials of my heart," returned she, "so let it be!"
and bending her aching head on the dear pillow of her rest--the bosom
which, though cold and deserted by its heavenly inhabitant, was still
the bosom of her Wallace! the ravaged temple rendered sacred by the
footsteps of a god! For, had not virtue, and the soul of Wallace,
dwelt there? and where virtue is, there abides the Spirit of the Holy
One! With these thoughts, she passed the remainder of the night in
vigils; and they were not less devoutly shared by the chastened heart
of the Prince of Scotland.
Chapter LXXXVI.
Highgate.
The tidings of the dreadful vengeance which Edward had taken against
the Scottish nation, by pouring all his wrath upon the head of Wallace,
struck like the lightning of heaven through the souls of men. None of
either country, but those in the confidence of Gloucester, knew that
Heaven had snatched him from the dishonor of so vile a death. The
English turned, blushing, from each other, and ventured not to breathe
the name of a man whose virtues seemed to have found a sanctuary for
his fame in every honest heart. But when the news reached Scotland,
the indignation was general.
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