“The female dove ere yet her golden couplets are disclosed,Her silence would sit drooping.”
Her gentleness and submission would have endeared her to a guardian even less tenderly interested in her fate than Helen Percy; towards whom, from her first interview, she had evinced the most gratifying partiality. “I know you,” she said on beholding her. “You have the look and voice of Percy; you are a ministering angel whom he has sent to defend his poor Theresa from the King; now that she is sad and friendless. You will never abandon me, will you?” continued she, taking her hand and pressing it to her bosom.
“Never—never—so help me heaven!” answered the agitated Helen; and that sacred promise remained unbroken.