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COLLINS' ODE TO FEAR

Emily was recalled froth, sunk, by a quick knocking at her chamber door She started up

in terror, for Montoni and Count Morano instantly ca listened in silence for so the voice

of Annette, she rose and opened the door 'What brings you hither so

early?' said E excessively She was unable to support

herself, and sat down on the bed

'Dear ma'ahtened to see you Here is a fine bustle below stairs, all the

servants running to and fro, and none of theh! Here is a

bustle, indeed, all of a sudden, and nobody knows for what!'

'Who is below besides them?' said Emily, 'Annette, do not trifle with

me!' 'Not for the world, ma'amselle, I would not trifle for the world; but

one cannot help nor in such