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ot broken, as by a sudden shock, but losing its strong power by quick degrees until it was wholly gone. "I will answer your question by another," said the lady. "Let your reply be the plain truth. It will be better so." "Ask what you will. I have nothing to conceal." "Do you know who and what I am? Do you come here out of curiosity, in the vain hope of knowing me, having heard of me from others?" "Assuredly not." A faint flush rose in the man's pale and noble face. "You have my word," he said, in the tone of one who is sure of being believed, "that I have never, to my knowledge, heard of your existence, that I am ignorant even of your name--forgive my ignorance--and that I entered this house, not knowing whose it might be, seeking and following after one for whom I have searched the world, one dearly loved, long lost, long sought." "It is enough. Be seated. I am Unorna." "Unorna?" repeated the Wanderer, with an unconscious question in his voice, as though the name recalled some half-forgotten association. "Unorna--yes. I have another name," she added, with a shade of bitterness, "but it is hardly mine. Tell me your story. You loved--you lost--you seek--so much I know. What else?" The Wanderer sighed. "You have told in those few words the story of my life--the unfinished story. A wanderer I was born, a wanderer I am, a wanderer I must ever be, until at last I find her whom I seek. I knew her in a strange land, far from my birthplace, in a city where I was known but to a few, and I loved her. She loved me, too, and that against her father's will. He would not have his daughter wed with one not of her race; for he himself had taken a wife among strangers, and while she was yet alive he had repented of what he had done. But I would have overcome his reasons and his arguments--she and I could have overcome them together, for he did not hate me, he bore me no ill-will. We were almost friends when I last took his hand. Then the hour of destiny came upon me. The air of that city was treacherous and deadly. I had left her with her father, and my heart was full of many things, and of words both spoken and unuttered. I lingered upon an ancient bridge that spanned the river, and the sun went down. Then the evil fever of the south laid hold upon me and poisoned the blood in my veins, and stole the consciousness from my understanding. Weeks passed away, and memory returned, with the strength to speak. I learned th
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