. He accepted the present, preserved it, sought to calm
the old woman, and once more at parting glanced toward the splendid sea
expanse which formed its own boundary.

It was almost evening before he reached the house where Rosalie awaited
him. His last scene with the blind fisher-woman had again thrown him
into his gloomy mood. "After all, she really knows nothing!" said he to
himself. "This Heinrich is my evil angel! might he only die soon!" It
was in Otto's soul as if he could shoot a ball through Heinrich's heart.
"Did he only lie buried under the heather, and with him my secret! I
will have blood! yes, there is something devilish in man! Were Heinrich
only dead! But others live who know my birth,--my sister! my poor,
neglected sister, she who had the same right to intellectual development
as myself! How I fear this meeting! it will be bitter! I must away. I
will hence--here will my life-germ be stifled! I have indeed fortune--I
will travel! This animated France will drive away these whims, and--I
am away, far removed from my home. In the coming spring I shall be
a stranger among strangers!" And his thoughts melted into a quiet
melancholy. In this manner he reached the hall.

CHAPTER XVIII

"L'Angleterre jalouse et la Grece homerique,
Toute l'Europe admire, et la jeune Amerique
Se leve et bat des mains du bord des oceans.
Trois jours vous ont suffi pour briser vos entraves.
Vous etes les aines d'une race de braves,
Vous etes les fits des geans!"
V. HUGO, Chants du Crepuscule.

"Politiken, mine Herrer!"
MORTONS' Lystspil: den Hjemkomne Nabob

"In France there is revolution!" was the first piece of information
which Otto related. "Charles X. has flown with his family. This, they
say, is in the German papers."

"Revolution?" repeated Rosalie, and folded her hands. "Unhappy France!
Blood has flowed there, and it again flows. There I lost my father and
my brother. I became a refugee--must seek for myself a new father-land."
She wiped away a tear from her cheek, and sunk into deep meditation.
She knew the horrors of a revolution, and only saw in this new one a
repetition of those scenes of terror which she had experienced, and
which had driven her out into the world, up into the north, where
she struggled on, until at length she found a home with Otto's
grandfather--a resting abode.

Everything great and be