Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
For a few moments the young Italian was so dazzled by her beauty, so
bewildered by the appearance of that lady, whose richness of attire
seemed to denote the rank of sultana, that he remained rooted to the
spot, uncertain whether to advance, to retire, or to fall upon his knees
before her. But in an encouraging tone, and in a voice musical as a
silver bell, the lady said: "Approach, Christian!" and she pointed to a
low ottoman within a few paces of the sofa which she herself occupied.
Alessandro now recovered his presence of mind; and no longer embarrassed
and awkward, but with graceful ease and yet profound respect, he took
the seat indicated.
"Beauteous lady," he said, "how can I ever demonstrate the
gratitude--the illimitable, boundless gratitude which fills my heart,
for the joy, the truly elysian delight afforded me by this meeting?"
"You speak our language well, Christian," observed the lady, smiling
faintly at the compliment conveyed by the words of Alessandro, but
evading a direct reply.
"I have for some years past been in the service of the Florentine envoy,
lady," was the answer; "and the position which I occupy at the palace of
the embassy has led me to study the beauteous language of this clime,
and to master its difficulties. But never, never did that language sound
so soft and musical upon my ears as now, flowing from those sweet lips
of thine."
"The Moslem maiden dares not listen to the flattery of the infidel,"
said the beauteous stranger in a serious but not severe tone. "Listen to
me, Christian, with attention, for our meeting must not be prolonged
many minutes. To say that I beheld thee with indifference when we first
encountered each other in the bazaar, were to utter a falsehood which I
scorn; to admit that I can love thee, and love thee well," she added,
her voice slightly trembling, "is an avowal which I do not blush to
make. But never can the Moslem maiden bestow her hand on the infidel. If
thou lovest me--if thou wouldst prove thyself worthy of that affection
which my heart is inclined to bestow upon thee, thou wilt renounce the
creed of thy forefathers, and embrace the Mussulman faith. Nor is this
all that I require of thee, or that thou must achieve to win me. Become
a true believer--acknowledge that Allah is God and Mohammed is his
prophet--and a bright and glorious destiny will await thee. For although
thou wilt depart hence without learning my name, or who I may be, or the
place to which you have been brought to meet me,--though we shall behold
each other no more until thou hast rendered thyself worthy of my hand,
yet shall I ever be mindful of thee, my loved one! An unseen, an unknown
influence shall attend thee: thy slightest wishes will be anticipated
and fulfilled in a manner for which thou wilt vainly seek to
account,--and, as thou provest thy talents or thy valor, so will
promotion open its doors to thee with such rapidity that thou wilt
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