Then you will think of the different fate that might have been yours if
you had adhered to your early love."
"Wyat! Wyat! I cannot bear this--in mercy spare me!" cried Anne.
"I am glad to see you weep," said Wyat; "your tears make you look more
like your former self."
"Oh, Wyat, do not view my conduct too harshly!" she said. "Few of my
sex would have acted other than I have done."
I do not think so," replied Wyat sternly; " nor will I forego my vengeance.
Anne, you shall die. You know Henry too well to doubt your fate if he
finds me here."
"You cannot mean this," she rejoined, with difficulty repressing a
scream; "but if I perish, you will perish with me."
"I wish to do so," he rejoined, with a bitter laugh.
"Wyat," cried Anne, throwing herself on her knees before him," by your
former love for me, I implore you to spare me! Do not disgrace me thus."
But Wyat continued inexorable.
"0 God!" exclaimed Anne, wringing her hands in agony. A terrible
silence ensued, during which Anne regarded Wyat, but she could
discern no change in his countenance.
At this juncture the tapestry was again raised, and the Earl of Surrey
issued from it.
"You here, my lord?" said Anne, rushing towards him.
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