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The storm too abroad so dreadful! She had not been used to feel alarht with awful intelligence Thethe 's prediction, hoas it to be accounted for? What could it contain? To who concealed? And how singularly strange that it should fall to her lot to discover it! Till she had made herself mistress of its contents, however, she could have neither repose nor comfort; and with the sun's first rays she was determined to peruse it But many were the tedious hours which must yet intervene She shuddered, tossed about in her bed, and envied every quiet sleeper The stored, and various were the noises, more terrific even than the wind, which struck at intervals on her startled ear The very curtains of her bed seemed at one itated, as if by the atte the gallery, and more than once her blood was chilled by the sound of distant moans Hour after hour passed away, and the wearied Catherine had heard three proclaimed by all the clocks in the house before the tely fell fast asleep