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so terrible, and yet so full of import she turned, 

 stopped, and looked me full in the face ; muttering, 

 almost in a whisper, 



' " I took you for a gentleman ; can you lie to 

 me?" 



' In a few minutes she was in possession of all 

 the facts, and during their recital only uttered, 

 " Thank God, I am saved from a great sin I" Then, 

 turning to me with a fixed, rigid gaze, she said, 



' " I have a duty to perform, an important one 

 to attend to the obsequies of my nearest relation. 

 Will you assist?" 



' During the night we got under way : a week 

 more took us to the Isthmus. Daily I was with 

 Boyle. From loss of blood he had suffered much ; 

 still, few appeared to have any doubt of his ultimate 

 recovery : but in his transportation across to Aspin- 

 wall hemorrhage broke out afresh, and he, the 

 second victim, as gallant a patriot as ever drew sabre 

 or served country, now lies decaying among the 

 damp mould, in sight of the blue waves of the 

 Caribbean Sea, surrounded by thousands of his 

 race.'* 



' But the Creole beauty, what of her ? whom 

 did she marry? and where does she reside?' I 

 asked. 



* For every yard that the Isthmus railway is long, it is said 

 that an Anglo-Saxon life was lost in its construction. 



