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ke the boom of a thousand cannon; like menacing blades the lightning flashed its tongues of savage flame; the winds raved in relentless fury, rocking the giant trees like straws in the majesty of their wrath. Madness reigned in undisputed sovereignty, and the earth cowered and trembled beneath the anger of the threatening heavens. Opal crouched in her bed, and buried her head in the pillows. She had never before known the meaning of fear, but now she was alone, and the consciousness of guilt was upon her--the acute agony of their separation mingled with the despairing prospect of a long, miserable loveless--yes, _shameful,_--life as the legal slave of a man she abhorred. She did not regret the one day she had given to her lover. Whatever the cost, she would never, never regret, she said to herself, for it had been well worth any price that might be required of her. She gloried in it, even now, while the storm raged outside. And the thunders crashed like the falling of mighty rocks upon the roof over her head. Should she summon Celeste, her maid? Suddenly, as the tempest paused as if to catch its breath, she heard footsteps in the corridor outside. It was very late--who could be prowling about at this hour? She listened intently, every nerve and sense keenly alert. Nearer and nearer the steps came, and then she remembered with a start that in the excitement of her stealthy return to the hotel and the anguish and madness of their parting, she had forgotten to fasten her door. There came a light tap on the panel. She did not speak or move--hardly breathed. Then the door opened, noiselessly, cautiously, and he--her lover, her king--entered, the dim light of her room making his form, as it approached, appear of even more than its usual majestic height and power. "Paul!" she whispered. He seemed in a strange daze. Had the storm gone to his head and driven him mad? "Yes, it is I," he said hoarsely. "It is Paul. Don't cry out. See, I am calm!" and he laid his hand on hers. It was burning with fever. "I will not hurt you, Opal!" Cry out? Hurt her? What did he mean? She had no thought of crying out. Of course he would not hurt her--her lover, her lord, her king! Did she not belong to him--now? He sat down and took her hands in his. "Opal," he muttered, "I've been thinking, thinking, thinking, till I feel half-mad--yes, mad! Dearest, I cannot give you up like this--I cannot! Let you go to _his_ arms--you
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