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When he entered the roo upon the bed, her eyes earnestly fixed upon the , fro a wish to make her escape Her dress was in much disorder, her fine hair was dishevelled, and the feathers of her riding hat were broken and half falling down, so to her shoulder

"Poor lady!" cried Albany, approaching her, "how long has she been in this state?"

She started at the sound of a new voice, she looked round,--but as the astonishment of Albany to see who it was!--He stept back,-he came forward,--he doubted his own senses,--he looked at her earnestly, --he turned from her to look at the woman of the house,--he cast his eyes round the rooht of woe!" he cried, "the generous and good! the kind reliever of distress! the benign sustainer of , though not understanding hily called out, "Oh, if he is yet to be saved, if already he is not o to him! fly after him! you will presently overtake him, he is only in the next street, I left him there myself, his sword drawn, and covered with human blood!"

"Sweet powers of kindness and compassion!" cried the old man, "look upon this creature with pity! she who raised the depressed, she who cheared the unhappy! she whose liberal hand turned lamentations into joy! who never with a tearless eye could hear the voice of sorrow!--is This she herself!--can This be Cecilia!" "O do not wait to talk!" cried she, "go to him now, or you will never see him more! the hand of death is on hi his last--Oh roan not so piteously! fly to him, and weep over him!--fly to him and pluck the poniard frouish and horror!" cried the, ed cheeks; " to th, such huuilty natures!"

"Ah," cried she, more wildly, "no one will save me now! I am married, and no one will listen to ave my hand! Oh it was a work of darkness, unacceptable and offensive! it has been sealed, therefore, with blood, and to-ned with murder!"