Lew Wallace,
The Fair God; or, The Last of the 'Tzins…
“ Like a lover in the presence of the beloved, she was glad and contented, and asked nothing of the future. But with Tula, older and wiser, it was different. She was conscious of the novelty of the incident; at the same time a presentiment, a gloomy foreboding, filled her soul. In slumber we sometimes see spectres, and they sit by us and smile; yet we shrink, and cannot keep down anticipations of ill. So Tula was affected by what she beheld.She laid the portrait softly down, and turned to Nenetzin, who had now no need to deprecate her laugh.“The ways of the gods are most strange. ”
