It was only when his visions of the pride, the power,
the fierce conflicts, and daring resolutions of his maturer years gave
place to his dim, quiet, waking dreams of his boyish days, that his
wasted faculties reposed, and his body rested with them in the
motionless languor of perfect fatigue. Then, if words were still
uttered by his lips, they were as murmurs of an infant--happy sleep; for
the innocent phrases of his childhood which they then revived, seemed
for a time to bring with them the innocent tranquillity of his childhood
as well.
'Go! go!--fly while you are yet free!' cried Numerian, dropping the hand
of Antonina, and pointing to the door. But for the second time the girl
refused to move forward a step. No horror, no peril in the temple could
banish for an instant her remembrance of the night at the farm-house in
the suburbs. She kept her head turned towards the vacant entrance, fixed
her eyes on it in the unintermitting watchfulness of terror, and
whispered affrightedly, 'Goisvintha! Goisvintha!' when her father
spoke.
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