In the horizon of
his love, for the first time since his heart had known the passion,
the sun had risen, and the genial rays of hope, like young spring,
had commended to warm and vivify his soul.
Until within a very short time she whom he loved was to him as some
distant star, that might be worshipped in silence, but not
approached; but now, by a series of circumstances that looked like
providential interference in his behalf, immense barriers had been
removed. Thinking over these matters, he doubly realized the misstep
he had taken, and the heart of the lone prisoner was sad in the
depths of his dreary dungeon.
Many days passed on, and Lorenzo Bezan counted each hour as one less
that he should have to live upon the earth. At first all intercourse
was strictly denied him with any person outside the prison walls,
but one afternoon he was delighted as the door of his cell was
thrown open, and in the next moment Ruez sprang into his arms.
"My dear, dear friend!" said the boy, with big tears starting from
his eyes, and his voice trembling with mingled emotions of pleasure
and of grief.
"Why, Ruez," said the prisoner, no less delighted than was the boy,
"how was it possible for you to gain admittance to me? You are the
first person I have seen, except the turnkey, in my prison.
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