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Chapter 13
"I now hasten to the more moving part of my story. I shall relate events that impressed
me with feelings which, from what I had been, have made me what I am.
"Spring advanced rapidly; the weather became fine and the skies cloudless. It surprised
me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beautiful
flowers and verdure. My senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of
delight and a thousand sights of beauty.
"It was on one of these days, when my cottagers periodically rested from labour--the old
man played on his guitar, and the children listened to him--that I observed the
countenance of Felix was melancholy beyond expression; he sighed frequently, and once
his father paused in his music, and I conjectured by his manner that he inquired the cause
of his son's sorrow. Felix replied in a cheerful accent, and the old man was
recommencing his music when someone tapped at the door.
"It was a lady on horseback, accompanied by a country-man as a guide. The lady was
dressed in a dark suit and covered with a thick black veil. Agatha asked a question, to
which the stranger only replied by pronouncing, in a sweet accent, the name of Felix. Her
voice was musical but unlike that of either of my friends. On hearing this word, Felix
came up hastily to the lady, who, when she saw him, threw up her veil, and I beheld a
countenance of angelic beauty and expression. Her hair of a shining raven black, and
curiously braided; her eyes were dark, but gentle, although animated; her features of a
regular proportion, and her complexion wondrously fair, each cheek tinged with a lovely
"Felix seemed ravished with delight when he saw her, every trait of sorrow vanished
from his face, and it instantly expressed a degree of ecstatic joy, of which I could hardly
have believed it capable; his eyes sparkled, as his cheek flushed with pleasure; and at that
moment I thought him as beautiful as the stranger. She appeared affected by different
feelings; wiping a few tears from her lovely eyes, she held out her hand to Felix, who
kissed it rapturously and called her, as well as I could distinguish, his sweet Arabian. She
did not appear to understand him, but smiled. He assisted her to dismount, and dismissing
her guide, conducted her into the cottage. Some conversation took place between him and
his father, and the young stranger knelt at the old man's feet and would have kissed his
hand, but he raised her and embraced her affectionately.
"I soon perceived that although the stranger uttered articulate sounds and appeared to
have a language of her own, she was neither understood by nor herself understood the
cottagers. They made many signs which I did not comprehend, but I saw that her
presence diffused gladness through the cottage, dispelling their sorrow as the sun
dissipates the morning mists. Felix seemed peculiarly happy and with smiles of delight
welcomed his Arabian. Agatha, the ever-gentle Agatha, kissed the hands of the lovely