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Chapter 13
"Asnightcameon,AgathaandtheArabianretiredearly.WhentheyseparatedFelixkissedthehandofthestrangerandsaid,‘GoodnightsweetSafie.’Hesatupmuchlonger,conversingwithhisfather,andbythefrequentrepetitionofhernameIconjecturedthattheirlovelyguestwasthesubjectoftheirconversation.Iardentlydesiredtounderstandthem,andbenteveryfacultytowardsthatpurpose,butfounditutterlyimpossible.
"ThenextmorningFelixwentouttohiswork,andaftertheusualoccupationsofAgathawerefinished,theArabiansatatthefeetoftheoldman,andtakinghisguitar,playedsomeairssoentrancinglybeautifulthattheyatoncedrewtearsofsorrowanddelightfrommyeyes.Shesang,andhervoiceflowedinarichcadence,swellingordyingawaylikeanightingaleofthewoods.
"Whenshehadfinished,shegavetheguitartoAgatha,whoatfirstdeclinedit.Sheplayedasimpleair,andhervoiceaccompanieditinsweetaccents,butunlikethewondrousstrainofthestranger.TheoldmanappearedenrapturedandsaidsomewordswhichAgathaendeavouredtoexplaintoSafie,andbywhichheappearedtowishtoexpressthatshebestowedonhimthegreatestdelightbyhermusic.
"Thedaysnowpassedaspeaceablyasbefore,withthesolealterationthatjoyhadtakenplaceofsadnessinthecountenancesofmyfriends.Safiewasalwaysgayandhappy;sheandIimprovedrapidlyintheknowledgeoflanguage,sothatintwomonthsIbegantocomprehendmostofthewordsutteredbymyprotectors.
"Inthemeanwhilealsotheblackgroundwascoveredwithherbage,andthegreenbanksinterspersedwithinnumerableflowers,sweettothescentandtheeyes,starsofpaleradianceamongthemoonlightwoods;
