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was a perfectof the brain did not ensue

Her feet gave out sooner than her brain, though; and she got so tired

before long, that she dropped into a seat, with a long-drawn, anxious

sigh; and, worn out with fatigue and watching, she, at last, fell

asleep

And sleeping, she dreamed It seemed to her that the count and Sir

Norman were before her, in her cha her heart between thes like two dru

away at the poor, little, fluttering heart, as if it were an anvil and

they were a pair of blacksh the room For a time, she was so bewildered that she could not

comprehend what it meant; but, at last, she beca one hand over her startled heart,

she called "Coe entered

"Count L'Estrange commands me to inform you, fair lady, that he will

do hi you isley, if you are prepared to receive thesley!" repeated Leoline, faintly "I-I am afraid I

do not quite understand"