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was　more　fearful　since　the　hour　when　she　knew　that　she　was　to　be

a　mother。　　Strange　crisis　in　the　life　of　woman；　and　in　her　love！

　Something　yet　unborn　begins　already　to　divide　her　heart　with

that　which　had　been　before　its　only　monarch。



〃Look　on　me；　Zanoni；〃　she　said；　pressing　his　hand。



He　turned：　　〃Thou　art　pale；　Viola；　thy　hand　trembles！〃



〃It　is　true。　　I　feel　as　if　some　enemy　were　creeping　near　us。〃



〃And　the　instinct　deceives　thee　not。　　An　enemy　is　indeed　at　hand。

I　see　it　through　the　heavy　air；　I　hear　it　through　the　silence：

the　Ghostly　One；the　Destroyer；　the　PESTILENCE！　　Ah；　seest　thou

how　the　leaves　swarm　with　insects；　only　by　an　effort　visible　to

the　eye。　　They　follow　the　breath　of　the　plague！〃　　As　he　spoke；　a

bird　fell　from　the　boughs　at　Viola's　feet；　it　fluttered；　it

writhed　an　instant；　and　was　dead。



〃Oh；　Viola！〃　cried　Zanoni；　passionately；　〃that　is　death。　　Dost

thou　not　fear　to　die？〃



〃To　leave　thee？　　Ah；　yes！〃



〃And　if　I　could　teach　thee　how　Death　may　be　defied；　if　I　could

arrest　for　thy　youth　the　course　of　time；　if　I　could〃



He　paused　abruptly；　for　Viola's　eyes　spoke　only　terror；　her　cheek

and　lips　were　pale。



〃Speak　not　thus；look　not　thus；〃　she　said；　recoiling　from　him。

〃You　dismay　me。　　Ah；　speak　not　thus；　or　I　should　tremble；no；

not　for　myself；　but　for　thy　child。〃



〃Thy　child！　　But　wouldst　thou　reject　for　thy　child　the　same

glorious　boon？〃



〃Zanoni！〃



〃Well！〃



〃The　sun　has　sunk　from　our　eyes；　but　to　rise　on　those　of　others。

To　disappear　from　this　world　is　to　live　in　the　world　afar。　　Oh；

lover；oh；　husband！〃　she　continued；　with　sudden　energy；　〃tell　me

that　thou　didst　but　jest；that　thou　didst　but　trifle　with　my

folly！　　There　is　less　terror　in　the　pestilence　than　in　thy

words。〃



Zanoni's　brow　darkened；　he　looked　at　her　in　silence　for　some

moments；　and　then　said；　almost　severely　；



〃What　hast　thou　known　of　me　to　distrust？〃



〃Oh；　pardon；　pardon！nothing！〃　cried　Viola；　throwing　herself　on

his　breast；　and　bursting　into　tears。　　〃I　will　not　believe　even

thine　own　words；　if　they　seem　to　wrong　thee！〃　　He　kissed　the

tears　from　her　eyes；　but　made　no　answer。



〃And　ah！〃　she　resumed；　with　an　enchanting　and　child…like　smile；

〃if　thou　wouldst　give　me　a　charm　against　the　pestilence！　see；　I

will　take　it　from　thee。〃　　And　she　laid　her　hand　on　a　small；

antique　amulet　that　he　wore　on　his　breast。



〃Thou　knowest　how　often　this　has　made　me　jealous　of　the　past；

surely　some　love…gift；　Zanoni？　　But　no；　thou　didst　not　love　the

giver　as　thou　dost　me。　　Shall　I　steal　thine　amulet？〃



〃Infant！〃　said　Zanoni；　tenderly；　〃she　who　placed　this　round　my

neck　deemed　it　indeed　a　charm；　for　she　had　superstitions　like

thyself；　but　to　me　it　is　more　than　the　wizard's　spell；it　is　the

relic　of　a　sweet　vanished　time　when　none　who　loved　me　could

distrust。〃



He　said　these　words　in　a　tone　of　such　melancholy　reproach　that　it

went　to　the　heart　of　Viola；　but　the　tone　changed　into　a　solemnity

which　chilled　back　the　gush　of　her　feelings　as　he　resumed：　　〃And

this；　Viola；　one　day；　perhaps；　I　will　transfer　from　my　breast　to

thine；　yes；　whenever　thou　shalt　comprehend　me　better；WHENEVER

THE　LAWS　OF　OUR　BEING　SHALL　BE　THE　SAME！〃



He　moved　on　gently。　　They　returned　slowly　home；　but　fear　still

was　in　the　heart　of　Viola；　though　she　strove　to　shake　it　off。

Italian　and　Catholic　she　was；　with　all　the　superstitions　of　land

and　sect。　　She　stole　to　her　chamber　and　prayed　before　a　little

relic　of　San　Gennaro；　which　the　priest　of　her　house　had　given　to

her　in　childhood；　and　which　had　accompanied　her　in　all　her

wanderings。　　She　had　never　deemed　it　possible　to　part　with　it

before。　　Now；　if　there　was　a　charm　against　the　pestilence；　did

she　fear　the　pestilence　for　herself？　　The　next　morning；　when　he

awoke；　Zanoni　found　the　relic　of　the　saint　suspended　with　his

mystic　amulet　round　his　neck。



〃Ah！　thou　wilt　have　nothing　to　fear　from　the　pestilence　now；〃

said　Viola；　between　tears　and　smiles；　〃and　when　thou　wouldst　talk

to　me　again　as　thou　didst　last　night；　the　saint　shall　rebuke

thee。〃



Well；　Zanoni；　can　there　ever　indeed　be　commune　of　thought　and

spirit；　except　with　equals？



Yes；　the　plague　broke　out；the　island　home　must　be　abandoned。

Mighty　Seer；　THOU　HAST　NO　POWER　TO　SAVE　THOSE　WHOM　THOU　LOVEST！

Farewell；　thou　bridal　roof！sweet　resting…place　from　care；

farewell！　　Climates　as　soft　may　greet　ye；　O　lovers；skies　as

serene；　and　waters　as　blue　and　calm；　but　THAT　TIME；can　it　ever

more　return？　　Who　shall　say　that　the　heart　does　not　change　with

the　scene；the　place　where　we　first　dwelt　with　the　beloved　one？

Every　spot　THERE　has　so　many　memories　which　the　place　only　can

recall。　　The　past　that　haunts　it　seems　to　command　such　constancy

in　the　future。　　If　a　thought　less　kind；　less　trustful；　enter

within　us；　the　sight　of　a　tree　under　which　a　vow　has　been

exchanged；　a　tear　has　been　kissed　away；　restores　us　again　to　the

hours　of　the　first　divine　illusion。　　But　in　a　home　where　nothing

speaks　of　the　first　nuptials；　where　there　is　no　eloquence　of

association；　no　holy　burial…places　of　emotions；　whose　ghosts　are

angels！yes；　who　that　has　gone　through　the　sad　history　of

affection　will　tell　us　that　the　heart　changes　not　with　the　scene！

Blow　fair；　ye　favouring　winds；　cheerily　swell；　ye　sails；　away

from　the　land　where　death　has　come　to　snatch　the　sceptre　of　Love！

The　shores　glide　by；　new　coasts　succeed　to　the　green　hills　and

orange…groves　of　the　Bridal　Isle。　　From　afar　now　gleam　in　the

moonlight　the　columns；　yet　extant；　of　a　temple　which　the　Athenian

dedicated　to　wisdom；　and；　standing　on　the　bark　that　bounded　on　in

the　freshening　gale；　the　votary　who　had　survived　the　goddess

murmured　to　himself；



〃Has　the　wisdom　of　ages　brought　me　no　happier　hours　than　those

common　to　the　shepherd　and　the　herdsman；　with　no　world　beyond

their　village；　no　aspiration　beyond　the　kiss　and　the　smile　of

home？〃



And　the　moon；　resting　alike　over　the　ruins　of　the　temple　of　the

departed　creed；　over　the　hut　of　the　living　peasant；　over　the

immemorial　mountain…top；　and　the　perishable　herbage　that　clothed

its　sides；　seemed　to　smile　back　its　answer　of　calm　disdain　to　the

being　who；　perchance；　might　have　seen　the　temple　built；　and　who；

in　his　inscrutable　existence；　might　behold　the　mountain　shattered

from　its　base。





BOOK　V。



THE　EFFECTS　OF　THE　ELIXIR。





CHAPTER　5。I。



Frommet's　den　Schleier　aufzuheben；

Wo　das　nahe　Schreckness　droht？

Nur　das　Irrthum　ist　das　Leben

Und　das　Wissen　ist　der　Tod；



Schiller；　Kassandro。



Delusion　is　the　life　we　live

And　knowledge　death；　oh　wherefore；　then；

To　sight　the　coming　evils　give

And　lift　the　veil　of　Fate　to　Man？



Zwei　Seelen　wohnen；　ach！　in　meiner　Brust。



（Two　souls　dwell；　alas！　in　my　breast。）



。。。



Was　stehst　du　so；　und　blickst　erstaunt　hinaus？



（Why　standest　thou　so；　and　lookest　out　astonished？）



〃Faust。〃



It　will　be　remembered　that　we　left　Master　Paolo　by　the　bedside　of

Glyndon；　and　as；　waking　from　that　profound　slumber；　the

recollections　of　the　past　night　came　horribly　back　to　his　mind；

the　Englishman　uttered　a　cry；　and　covered　his　face　with　his

hands。



〃Good　morrow；　Excellency！〃　said　Paolo；　gayly。　　〃Corpo　di　Bacco；

you　have　slept　soundly！〃



The　sound　of　this　man's　voice；　so　lusty；　ringing；　and　healthful；

served　to　scatter　before　it　the　phantasma　that　yet　haunted

Glyndon's　memory。



He　rose　erect　in　his　bed。　　〃And　where　did　you　find　me？　　Why　are

you　here？〃



〃Where　did　I　find　you！〃　repeated　Paolo；　in　surprise；〃in　your

bed；　to　be　sure。　　Why　am　I　here！because　the　Padrone　bade　me

await　your　waking；　and　attend　your　commands。〃



〃The　Padrone；　Mejnour！is　he　arrived？〃



〃Arrived　and　departed；　signor。　　He　has　left　this　letter　for　you。〃



〃Give　it　me；　and　wait　without　till　I　am　dressed。〃



〃At　your　service。　　I　have　bespoke　an　excellent　breakfast：　　you

must　be　hungry。　　I　am　a　very　tolerable　cook；　a　monk's　son　ought

to　be！　　You　will　be　startled　at　my　genius　in　the　dressing　of

fish。　　My　singing；　I　trust；　will　not　disturb　you。　　I　always　sing

while　I　prepare　a　salad；　it　harmonises　the　ingredients。〃　　And

slinging　his　carbine　over　his　shoulder；　Paolo　sauntered　from　the

room；　and　closed　the　door。



Glyndon　was　already　deep　in　the　contents　of　the　following

letter：



〃When　I　first　received　thee　as　my　pupil；　I　promised　Zanoni；　if

convinced　by　thy　first　trials　that　thou　couldst　but　swell；　not

the　number　of　our　order；　but　the　list　of　the　victims　who　have

aspired　to　it　in　vain；　I　would　not　rear　thee　to　thine　own

wretchedness　and　doom；I　would　dismiss　thee　back　to　the　world。

I　fulfil　my　promise。　　Thine　ordeal　has　been　the　easiest　that

neophyte　ever　knew。　　I　asked　for　nothing　but　abstinence　from　the

sensual；　and　a　brief　experiment　of　thy　patience　and　thy　faith。

Go　back　to　thine　own　world；　thou　hast　no　nature　to　aspire　to