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"Great Heaven! what a beautiful face!" was his cry, as he bent still

further down

"What the plague is theforward

"You have said it," said Orue is thestronger than fear, Sir Norirl with a face as lovely as a poet's

vision That face was like sno; and, in its calm, cold majesty,

looked as exquisitely perfect as some ancient Grecian statue The low,

pearly brow, the sweet, beautiful lips, the delicate oval outline of

countenance, were perfect The eyes were closed, and the long dark

lashes rested on the ivory cheeks A profusion of shining dark hair fell

in elaborate curls over her neck and shoulders Her dress was that of

a bride; a robe of white satin brocaded with silver, fairly dazzling in

its shining radiance, and as brief in the article of sleeves and neck

as that of any modern belle A circlet of pearls were clasped round her

snohite throat, and bracelets of the same jewels encircled the snowy

taper arms On her head she wore a bridal wreath and veil--the for round her like a cloud of

was perfect, fro there in her mute repose she lookedthat had ever lived andworld of ours But from one shoulder the dress had been pulled

down, and there lay a great livid purple plague-spot!