THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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Like some unlook'd for,—some unwelcome thing?
COUNTESS.
Sounding, as it was wont, the voice of love?
GARCIO.
How should it sound to thee?—The wars have spared me;
The bullet and the sabre's stroke have err'd,To spare this head, where thousands fell around me:
For I believed thy saintly prayers did mar
Their death-commissioned power.—Yes; I believed it.
COUNTESS.
Most fervently to Heaven: and I will bless it,
That thou art safe. (Takes his hand in hers tenderly, and is about to press it to her breast, when a shuddering seizes her, and she lets it drop.)
GARCIO.
Does sudden illness chill thee?
SOPHERA.