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Yes, all is still No living forhtedly up and down, is eht of which he starts and turns pale and shudders

The nextan anathema upon his cowardice, he moves noiselessly toward his room and the brandy-bottle that has been his constant companion of late

Yet, here in his own rooht has struck, and still he paces his floor frohts Not that he relents No feelings of repentance stir him, there is only a nervous dread of the hour when it will be necessary to produce the dead body, if only to prove his claim to the title so dearly and so infaone past recall? Is this house, this place, the old title, the chance of winning the woman he would have, all his own? Is his hated rival--hateful to hienial manners and lovable disposition, and the esteem hich he filled the hearts of all who knew hithat had been his so at the fatal door, seizes hold of hia candle, he opens his door and peers out No one is astir In all probability every one is abed, and now sleeping the sleep of the just--all except hiain?

He goes softly down-stairs, andno one, he ascends the stairs like one only half conscious, until he finds hiain before the door of the haunted chamber

Then he wakes into sudden life An awful terror takes possession of hiles with hiree of coainst the wall and wipe his forehead, and vow to himself that he will never descend until he has accomplished the object of his visit But the result of this terrible fight with fear and conscience shows itself in the increasing pallor of his brow and the cold perspiration that stands thick upon his forehead

Nerving himself for a final effort, he lays his hand upon the door and pushes it open This he does with bowed head and eyes averted, afraid to look upon his terrible work A silence,noises, follows this act; and, again the na hi the wall behind hiladly, as if for support