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weather, and your jailer be a high east wind and lashing rain Leoline's

prison and jailer were so worse; and, for the first time, a chill

of fear and dismay crept icily to the core of her heart But Leoline had

soe, as well as her looks and temper; so

she tried to feel as brave as possible, and not think of her unpleasant

predica else to think about Perhaps

she ht escape, too; and, as this notion struck her, she looked with

eager anxiety, not unmixed with curiosity, at the place where she was

By this tiht, which proceeded

froreat antique la; and she saw she was in a moderately sized and by no means

splendid roo had a look

of age about it, frohostly hangings on the wall There was a bed at one end--a great

spectral ark of a thing, like a mausoleum, with drapery as old and

spectral as that on the walls, and in which she could no more have lain

than in a moth-eaten shroud The seats and the one table the room held

were of the saave

her a shivering sensation not unlike an ague chill There was but one

door--a huge structure, with shining panels, securely locked; and escape

from that quarter was utterly out of the question There was one ,

hung with dark curtains of tarnished e thelass, for the shutters

were firhtest idea where she was; and, with a feeling of utter despair, she

sat down on one of the queer old chairs, within a tomb