Lorenzo Bezan resolved that little time should intervene before he
availed himself of the promise of Isabella's father. "Once mine, I
shall fear no more casualties, and shall have the right not only to
love, but to protect her. We know each other now, better, perhaps,
than we could have done save through tho agency of misfortune, and
ere to-morrow's sun shall set, I hope to call her mine."
As the moon swept up from out the sea that night, and tinged the
battlements of Moro Castle, and silvered the sparkling bay with its
soft light, two forms sat at one of the broad balcony windows of Don
Gonzales's house. It was Lorenzo Bezan and Isabella. They were
drinking in of the loveliness of the hour, and talking to each other
upon the thousand suggestions that their minds busily produced as
connected with the new aspect of their own personal affairs. The arm
of the gallant soldier was about her, and the soft curls of her dark
hair lay lovingly about his neck as she rested her head upon his
shoulder.
We might depict here the splendors of the church of Santa Clara,
where Isabella and Lorenzo Bezan were united; we might elaborate
upon their perfect happiness; state in detail the satisfaction of
Don Gonzales, and show how happy was the gentle, thoughtful,
kind-hearted and brave Ruez; and we might even say that the hound
seemed to realize that General Bezan was now "one of the family,"
wagging his tail with increased unction, and fawning upon him with
more evident affection.
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