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The horror which Lucy felt at this explicit declaration of his

purpose inspired her with new resolution. With a tearful

countenance, but determined voice, she said to Renzo, "It can no

longer be of any consequence to you, that I should become yours;

I promised myself to a youth who had the fear of God in his

heart; but a man who had once--were you safe from the law, were

you secure from vengeance, were you the son of a king--"

"Well!" cried Renzo, in a voice of uncontrollable passion, "well!

I shall not have you, then; but neither shall he; of that you

may--"

"For pity's sake, do not talk thus; do not talk so fiercely!"

said Lucy imploringly.

"You to implore me!" said he, somewhat appeased. "You! who will

do nothing for me! What proof do you give me of your affection?

Have I not supplicated in vain? Have I been able to obtain--"

"Yes, yes," replied Lucy, hastily, "I will go to the curate's

to-morrow; now, if you wish it. Only be yourself again; I will

go."