' ALMORAN,
whose vanity betrayed him to flatter his own power in the person of
HAMET, replied with a smile: 'I know, that ALMORAN, who presides like a
God in silent and distant state, reveals the secrets of his will to
thee; I know that thou art'--'I am,' said Osmyn, 'of all thou seest,
most wretched.' At this declaration, ALMORAN turned short, and fixed his
eyes upon Osmyn with a look of surprize and anger: 'Does not the favour
of ALMORAN,' said he, 'whose smile is power, and wealth, and honour,
shine upon thee?' 'My lord,' said Osmyn, 'I know so well the severity of
thy virtue, that if I should, even for thy sake, become perfidious to
thy brother'--ALMORAN, who was unable to preserve the character of HAMET
with propriety, interrupted him with a fierce and haughty tone: 'How!'
said he, 'perfidious to my brother! to ALMORAN perfidious!'
Osmyn, who had now gone too far to recede, and who still saw before him
the figure of HAMET, proceeded in his purpose: 'I knew,' said he, 'that
in thy judgment I should be condemned; and yet, the preservation of life
is the strongest principle of nature, and the love of virtue is her
proudest boast.' 'Explain thyself,' said ALMORAN, 'for I cannot
comprehend thee.' 'I mean,' said Osmyn, 'that he, whose life depends
upon the caprice of a tyrant, is like the wretch whose sentence is
already pronounced; and who, if the wind does but rush by his dungeon,
imagines that it is the bow-string and the mute.
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