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an； with but one creature that he lovesyet； what is mortal love to Thee？ Cruel and implacable； Thou sittest in the heavens men have built for Thee； and scornest them！ Will not all the burnings and slaughters of the saints appease Thee？ Art Thou not sated with blood and tears； O God of vengeance； of wrath； and of despair！ Kind Christ； pity me。 Thou wiltfor Thou wast human！ Blessed Saviour； at whose feet knelt the Magdalen！ Divinity； who； most divine in Thy despair； called on Thy cruel God to save Theeby the memory of that moment when Thou didst deem Thyself forsakenforsake not me！ Sweet Christ； have mercy on Thy sinful servant。
I can write no more。 I will pray to Thee with my lips。 I will shriek my supplications to Thee。 I will call upon Thee so loud that all the world shall hear me； and wonder at Thy silenceunjust and unmerciful God！
December 14th。What blasphemies are these which I have uttered in my despair？ Horrible madness that has left me prostrate； to what heights of frenzy didst thou not drive my soul！ Like him of old time； who wandered among the tombs； shrieking and tearing himself； I have been possessed by a devil。 For a week I have been unconscious of aught save torture。 I have gone about my daily duties as one who in his dreams repeats the accustomed action of the day； and knows it not。 Men have looked at me strangely。 They look at me strangely now。 Can it be that my disease of drunkenness has become the disease of insanity？ Am I mad； or do I but verge on madness？ O Lord； whom in my agonies I have confessed； leave me my intellectlet me not become a drivelling spectacle for the curious to point at or to pity！ At least； in mercy； spare me a little。 Let not my punishment overtake me here。 Let her memories of me be clouded with a sense of my rudeness or my brutality； let me for ever seem to her the ungrateful ruffian I strive to show myselfbut let her not behold methat！
CHAPTER XII。
THE STRANGE BEHAVIOUR OF Mr。 NORTH。
On or about the 8th of December； Mrs。 Frere noticed a sudden and unaccountable change in the manner of the chaplain。 He came to her one afternoon； and； after talking for some time； in a vague and unconnected manner； about the miseries of the prison and the wretched condition of some of the prisoners； began to question her abruptly concerning Rufus Dawes。
〃I do not wish to think of him；〃 said she； with a shudder。 〃I have the strangest； the most horrible dreams about him。 He is a bad man。 He tried to murder me when a child； and had it not been for my husband； he would have done so。 I have only seen him once since thenat Hobart Town； when he was taken。〃 〃He sometimes speaks to me of you；〃 said North； eyeing her。 〃He asked me once to give him a rose plucked in your garden。〃
Sylvia turned pale。 〃And you gave it him？〃
〃Yes； I gave it him。 Why not？〃
〃It was valueless； of course； but stillto a convict？〃
〃You are not angry？〃
〃Oh； no！ Why should I be angry？〃 she laughed constrainedly。 〃It was a strange fancy for the man to have； that's all。〃
〃I suppose you would not give me another rose； if I asked you。〃
〃Why not？〃 said she； turning away uneasily。 〃You？ You are a gentleman。〃
〃Not Iyou don't know me。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I mean that it would be better for you if you had never seen me。〃
〃Mr。 North！〃 Terrified at the wild gleam in his eyes； she had risen hastily。 〃You are talking very strangely。〃
〃Oh； don't be alarmed； madam。 I am not drunk！〃he pronounced the word with a fierce energy。 〃I had better leave you。 Indeed； I think the less we see of each other the better。〃
Deeply wounded and astonished at this extraordinary outburst； Sylvia allowed him to stride away without a word。 She saw him pass through the garden and slam the little gate； but she did not see the agony on his face； or the passionate gesture with whichwhen out of eyeshot he lamented the voluntary abasement of himself before her。 She thought over his conduct with growing fear。 It was not possible that he was intoxicatedsuch a vice was the last one of which she could have believed him guilty。 It was more probable that some effects of the fever； which had recently confined him to his house； yet lingered。 So she thought； and； thinking； was alarmed to realize of how much importance the well…being of this man was to her。
The next day he met her； and； bowing； passed swiftly。 This pained her。 Could she have offended him by some unlucky word？ She made Maurice ask him to dinner； and； to her astonishment； he pleaded illness as an excuse for not coming。 Her pride was hurt； and she sent him back his books and music。 A curiosity that was unworthy of her compelled her to ask the servant who carried the parcel what the clergyman had said。 〃He said nothing only laughed。〃 Laughed！ In scorn of her foolishness！ His conduct was ungentlemanly and intemperate。 She would forget； as speedily as possible； that such a being had ever existed。 This resolution taken； she was unusually patient with her husband。
So a week passed； and Mr。 North did not return。 Unluckily for the poor wretch； the very self…sacrifice he had made brought about the precise condition of things which he was desirous to avoid。 It is possible that； had the acquaintance between them continued on the same staid footing； it would have followed the lot of most acquaintanceships of the kind other circumstances and other scenes might have wiped out the memory of all but common civilities between them； and Sylvia might never have discovered that she had for the chaplain any other feeling but that of esteem。 But the very fact of the sudden wrenching away of her soul…companion； showed her how barren was the solitary life to which she had been fated。 Her husband； she had long ago admitted； with bitter self…communings； was utterly unsuited to her。 She could find in his society no enjoyment； and for the sympathy which she needed was compelled to turn elsewhere。 She understood that his love for her had burnt itself outshe confessed； with intensity of self…degradation； that his apparent affection had been born of sensuality； and had perished in the fires it had itself kindled。 Many women have； unhappily； made some such discovery as this； but for most women there is some distracting occupation。 Had it been Sylvia's fate to live in the midst of fashion and society； she would have found relief in the conversation of the witty； or the homage of the distinguished。 Had fortune cast her lot in a city； Mrs。 Frere might have become one of those charming women who collect around their supper…tables whatever of male intellect is obtainable； and who find the husband admirably useful to open his own champagne bottles。 The celebrated women who have stepped out of their domestic circles to enchant or astonish the world； have almost invariably been cursed with unhappy homes。 But poor Sylvia was not destined to this fortune。 Cast back upon herself； she found no surcease of pain in her own imaginings； and meeting with a man sufficiently her elder to encourage her to talk； and sufficiently clever to induce her to seek his society and his advice； she learnt； for the first time； to forget her own griefs； for the first time she suffered her nature to expand under the sun of a congenial influence。 This sun； suddenly withdrawn； her soul； grown accustomed to the warmth and light； shivered at the gloom； and she looked about her in dismay at the dull and barren prospect of life which lay before her。 In a word； she found that the society of North had become so far necessary to her that to be deprived of it was a griefnotwithstanding that her husband remained to console her。
After a week of such reflections； the barrenness of life grew insupportable to her； and one day she came to Maurice and begged to be sent back to Hobart Town。 〃I cannot live in this horrible island；〃 she said。 〃I am getting ill。 Let me go to my father for a few months； Maurice。〃 Maurice consented。 His wife was looking ill； and Major Vickers was an old mana rich old manwho loved his only daughter。 It was not undesirable that Mrs。 Frere should visit her father； indeed； so little sympathy was there between the pair that； the first astonishment over； Maurice felt rather glad to get rid of her for a while。 〃You can go back in the Lady Franklin if you like； my dear；〃 he said。 〃I expect her every day。〃 At this decisionmuch to his surpriseshe kissed him with more show of affection than she had manifested since the death of her child。
The news of the approaching departure became known； but still North did not make his appearance。 Had it not been a step beneath the dignity of a woman； Mrs。 Frere would have gone herself and asked him the meaning of his unaccountable rudeness； but there was just sufficient morbidity in the sympathy she had for him to restrain her from an act which a young girlthough not more innocent… would have dared without hesitation。 Calling one day upon the wife of the surgeon； however； she met the chaplain face to face； and with the consummate art of acting which most women possess； rallied him upon his absence from her house。 The behaviour of the poor devil； thus stabbed to the heart； was curious。 He forgot gentlemanly behaviour an
