" After a few minutes' silence, she said very solemnly,
"Anthony Hurdlestone is accused of having perpetrated a great crime. Do
you, Juliet, believe him guilty?"
"When you believe that yon burning orb of fire is a mass of cold
unmeaning ice," said Juliet, pointing to the sun, "then will I suspect
the man I love to be a base unnatural monster, a thief and a parricide."
"Then you, and you alone, Juliet, are worthy of his love. And he loves
you. Ah! so truly, so well, that I feel that he is innocent. A voice
from heaven tells me so. Yes, dearest Juliet, God will yet vindicate his
injured servant, and you and Anthony will meet again."
"In heaven," said Juliet, weeping.
"On earth," returned Clary in feebler accents. "When you see each other,
Juliet, tell him that Clary loved him and prayed for him to the last;
that dying she blessed him, and believed him innocent. To you, Juliet,
I leave my harp, the friend and companion of my lonely childhood. When
you play the sweet airs I loved so well, think kindly of me. When you
wander by sparkling brooks, and through flowery paths, listening to the
song of birds, and the music of forest shades, remember me. Ah! I have
loved the bright and beautiful things of this glorious earth, and my
wish has been granted, that I might pass hence with sunshine about my
bed, and the music of Nature's wild minstrels ringing in my ears.
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