Her desolation of heart conquered; her head sunk upon her bosom, and
a deep, bitter groan burst from her lips. Slowly she rocked herself to
and fro in the loneliness of her spirit.
She had not loved her father warmly; there was little congeniality
between them, and her hasty rejection of Manuel's suit mutually
embittered their intercourse. For Nevarro, a sort of sisterly feeling
was entertained, no warmer affection. Yet she could love intensely. A
little sister had waked her tenderness--her heart clung to the gentle
child, so unlike herself. She sickened, and in a day went down to the
tomb: bitter was the grief of Inez, who felt little for her mother,
and soon she too took her place in the churchyard. Dr. Bryant came,
and again Inez loved--again she was disappointed; and now she sat
alone in the wide world, without one remaining tie to bind the future.
The hour of bitterness had come. She looked upon that dreary future
and her utter desolation, and no gleam of hope stole to her darkened
soul. An almost vacant expression settled on the dark countenance of
the once beautiful maiden. Softly the door was pushed ajar, and the
form of the Padre stood within. By instinct she seemed aware of
his entrance, for raising her bowed head, the black sparkling eyes
flashed, and the broad brow wrinkled into a frown dark as night. He
approached her, and they stood face to face upon the hearth.
"What do you here, in the house of death, Mio Padre?"
"Inez, my queen of beauty, I have come to take the prize for which I
toiled. There are none now between us, no, not one. You need not draw
back so proudly."
A bitter, contemptuous laugh rung out on the night air, and Inez
folded her arms upon her bosom.
"Truly, Padre, we are well mated! You have opposed me, and I thwarted
you! I am your equal: think you to intimidate me with threats? You
should know better!"
"Inez, listen! I leave this place before many days. My work is
finished here; there are none to oppose, and I go elsewhere. To Mexico
first, and then to Italy. You must go with me, my proud beauty! I
cannot leave you here!"
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