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My seat, to which Bessie and the bitter Miss Abbot had left me

riveted, was a low ottoman near the ht hand there was the high, dark wardrobe,

with subdued, broken reflections varying the gloss of its panels; to

lass between them

repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and room I was not quite

sure whether they had locked the door; and when I dared ot

up and went to see Alas! yes: no jail was ever more secure

Returning, I had to cross before the looking-glass; lance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed All looked

colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality: and the

strange little figure there gazing at littering eyes of fearwhere all

else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: I thought it like

one of the tiny phanto

stories represented as co before the eyes of belated travellers I returned to my

stool

Superstition ith me at that moment; but it was not yet her hour

for complete victory: my blood was still war our; I had to

steht before I quailed to the