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Sunset, twilight, and night fell upon the canon And she began to

feel solitude as so saddle and blankets

into the cabin, she

and the stars, she lay down to rest, if not to sleep The darkness

did not keep her froure of Kells He lay

there as silent as if he were already dead She was exhausted, weary

for sleep, and unstrung In the night her courage fled and she was

frightened at shadows The arwind moaned like a lost spirit Dark fancies beset her

Troop on troop of spectersfor Kells to join the

ho every rod

of that rough travel, until she got out of the mountains, only to be

turned back by dead looe into one i into Joan's face, awakened

her She had slept hours She felt rested, stronger Like the night,

soe to

her that she should feel that Kells still lived She knew it And

exae except