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it were against her will, lifted her mental facul-ties out of their simplicity, perplexed them with" thick-coming fancies," and, by a painful pro-cess, filled them with premature knowledge andthe command of lofty eloquence! Her eyes wereever restless, glancing hither and thither witheager scrutiny ; but in other respects she was le-thargic.

Sir Henry, on entering her room, found that hiswife had not yet risen, and that she had beenweeping. " Why, my dear," said he, " I expectedyou would have been ready to accompany me inthe little airing we spoke of last night, and now Ifind you dejected and in tears. For heaven'ssake, arouse yourself in time from this melan-choly, or it will gather strength in proportion asyou yield to it, until at last you will be its ab-ject slave."

" I am that already," she replied; " I am thevictim of a throng of hideous fears, which scareaway my wits. I do not dare to leave my bed;and (jeer me as you may) I must tell you that I