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It was about four o'clock in the , seemed to awake--and instantly was transfixed by a sort of spell, that had in ither in the face with an expression of entreaty beyond the power of words to portray, was the form of Miss Aldclyffe--wan and distinct No --ritten in every feature

Cytherea believed she exercised her waking judg, without a shadow of doubt, that Miss Aldclyffe stood before her in flesh and blood Reason was not sufficiently alert to lead Cytherea to ask herself how such a thing could have occurred

'I would have remained with you--ould you not allow me to stay!' Cytherea exclaimed The spell was broken: she becarey ti able to endure the thought of her brother being asleep, she went and tapped at his door

'Owen!' He was not a heavy sleeper, and it was verging upon his tiht not to have left Knapwater last night I wish I had not

I really think I will start at once She wants me, I know' 'What time is it?' 'A few reed upon Consider, we should have such a trouble in rousing the driver, and other things' Upon the whole it seeain

An hour later, when Oas thinking of getting up, a knocking calass of Owen'sHe waited--the noise was repeated A little gravel had been thrown against it to arouse him

He crossed the room, pulled up the blind, and looked out A sole upwards frolimpse of a person within the panes It was the face of a Knapwateron horseback

Owen saw his errand There is an uns of death Graye opened the

'Miss Aldclyffe' said the er, and paused

'Ah--dead?' 'Yes--she is dead' 'When did she die?' 'At ten minutes past four, after another effusion She knew best, you see, sir I started directly, by the rector's orders'