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Who could it be? Not Count L'Estrange, for he would surely not need

to enter his own house like a burglar--not Sir Norsley, for he

could certainly not find out her abduction and her prison so soon, and

she had no other friends in the whole orld to trouble themselves

about her There was one, but the idea of ever seeing her again was so

unspeakably dreadful, that she would rather have seen the ination could conjure up, than that tall, graceful,

rich-robed forly continued; there was the sound of

withdrawing bolts, and then a pale ray ofthe shutters had been opened Whiter and whiter

Leoline grew, and she felt herself growing cold and rigid with mortal

fear Softly the as raised, a hand stole in and parted the

curtains, and a pale face and two great dark eyes wandered slowly round

the rooalvanized corpse,

as far from theas the ould peresture, as if to enforce silence; the as raised still

higher, a figure, lithe and agile as a cat, sprang lightly into the

roo with his back to her, re-closed the shutters, re-shut

the , and re-drew the curtains, before taking the trouble to turn

round

This discreet little ifted with hue