KONRAD WALLENROD.
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sporting in the evening on the adjoining lawn, something in the window shone bright as the first ray of approaching dawn,—perhaps it was a lock of her amber hair,—or the reflection of her snowy hand blessing the children's innocent heads.
The Commander, bending his steps this way, heard, near to the tower, some part of these words:—"Alas! O Conrad, thou art about to fulfil thy destiny; thou art to be their master, to achieve their destruction! Are they blinded? No;—vain is thy disguise; wert thou like a serpent to change thy form, thy soul would still remain the same; and, shouldst thou return even after thy death, they would still recognise thee."
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