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Sir Nor the dead

body of his friend, was only equalled by his aot

there, or how he came to be dead at all The livid face, up turned to

the ht, was unmistakably the face of a dead man--it was no swoon,

no deception, like Leoline's; for the blue, ghastly paleness that ht of the soul froid feature

Yet, Sir Norman could not realize it We all kno hard it is to

realize the death of a friend from e have but lately parted in

full health and life, and Ormiston's death was so sudden Why, it was

not quite two hours since they had parted in Leoline's house, and even

the plague could not carry off a victim as quickly as this

"Orrief and dismay, as he raised

him in his arms, with his hand over the stilled heart; but Orave no pulsation beneath his fingers He

tore open his doublet, as the thought of the plague flashed through his

ue-spot was to be seen, and it was quite evident,

from the appearance of the face, that he had not died of the distemper,

neither was there any wound or mark to show that he had met his end