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been completely caught by the person whom she followed; and who now, in the persuasion of being wholly alone, gently murmured, "Oh ma chère patrie!—malheureuse, coupable,—mais toujours chère patrie!—ne te reverrai-je jamais!"[1]
Her voice thrilled to the very soul of Ellis, who, trembling, suspended, and almost breathless, stood watching her motions; fearing to startle her by an unexpected approach, and waiting to catch her eye.
But the mourner was evidently without suspicion that any one was in sight. Grief is an absorber: it neither seeks nor makes observation; except where it is joined with vanity, that always desires remark; or with guilt, by which remark is always feared.
Ellis, neither advancing nor receding, saw her next move solemnly forward, to bend over a small elevation of earth,
- ↑ "Oh my loved country!—unhappy, guilty—but for ever loved country!—shall I never see thee more!"
