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THE TENANT
up at his face, and saw, therein, such a look of genuine agony of soul that, whether bitter disappointment, or wounded pride, or lingering love, or burning wrath were uppermost, I could not hesitate to put my hand in his as frankly as if I bade a friend farewell. He grasped it very hard, and immediately put spurs to his horse and gallopped away. Very soon after, I learned that he was gone to Paris, where he still is, and the longer he stays there the better for me.
I thank God for this deliverance!
END OF VOL. II.
