The cry for help uttered by Emily
convinced him of the nature of the disturbance. His first impulse was to
rise and rush to her assistance; but of his inability to do this he was
painfully reminded in his attempt to rise. The heavy fall of Vernon on
the floor, and the voice of Hatchie, assured him that, whatever the
affair might be, it had assumed a new phase. His painful apprehensions
were quieted by the appearance of Hatchie, who in a concise manner
related the events of the night.
The last lingering doubt of the suspicious invalid was removed by the
entrance of Emily herself.
"You are safe, dear Emily!" exclaimed he.
"I am, thank God!"
"And I could not assist in your defence!"
"Heaven will protect me, Henry. It seems as if a veritable angel hovered
over my path to shield me from the thousand perils that assail me."
"The angels do hover around you, Emily; you are so pure, and good, and
true, that they are ever near you, even in your own heart. Angels always
minister to the good,--to those who resist the temptations of the
world.
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