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
"Heaven delights to effect its wise intentions by natural means,"
thought Wagner within himself. "But surely it could not have been
through the agency of Nisida that this boat was left upon the shore?
No," he added aloud, after a still closer inspection; "the rope fastened
to the prow has been snapped asunder! Doubtless the boat became detached
from one of the ships which appeared off the island yesterday, and
which," he said in a low murmuring voice, and with an ill-subdued sigh,
"have afforded Nisida the means of departure hence."
He sat down, exhausted; and as he found leisure for recollection--as his
thoughts composed themselves and settled down into something like
collected calmness--he felt a sensation of indescribable joy at having
triumphed over the appalling temptations which had beset him. And in his
soul a voice seemed to be singing an anthem of delight and gratitude;
and he soon experienced a serenity of mind such as he had not known for
many hours past! When man, having yielded to temptation, succeeds in
escaping the perils of the consequences, he beholds a strong motive for
self-gratulation;--but how ineffably more sweet is it to be able to
reflect that the temptation itself has been avoided in the first
instance, and that the dangers of the results have never even been
risked.
Thus thought Wagner:--but not for a moment did he attribute to any
strength of mind on his own part, the escape which had just been
effected from the snares set by the evil one. No; he acknowledged within
himself, and with all due humility, that the hand of the Almighty had
sustained him in his most trying moments of peril; and ere he thought of
resuming his journey to that side of the island on which Nisida was not,
he knelt in fervent prayer. Rising from his knees, his eyes accidentally
swept the sea:--and he was riveted to the spot from which he was about
to turn away--for the white sails of the Ottoman fleet met his
astonished view. He remained gazing on those objects for some time,
until he was convinced they were nearing the island. For a few moments a
deep regret took possession of him:--he should lose his Nisida
irrevocably! But his next impulse was to wrestle with this feeling--to
combat this weakness. How could he have hoped ever to rejoin her without
rendering himself again liable to the witchery of her siren tongue--the
eloquence of her silver-toned voice--the persuasiveness of her graceful
manners? No; it were better that she should depart; it were preferable
that he should lose her and preserve his immortal soul. Thus reasoned
he;--and that reasoning was effectual. He waited only long enough to
assure himself that the fleet was positively approaching the island:--he
then knew that she would depart;--and, without permitting himself to
yield again to the weakness which had for a few moments threatened to
send him back within the sphere of Nisida's fatal influence, he tore
himself away from that point amongst the heights which commanded the
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