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Cath. I will return to see it, ere thou canst Three times repeat the letters of thy name. [ hastily by the concealed door.

I'll follow her.—(Striving to open the door.) 'Tis fast: it will not open. I'll count my footsteps as I pace the floor Till she return again. (Orra runs again to the door.) Despair will give me strength: where is the door? Mine eyes are dark, I cannot find it now. O God! protect me in this awful pass! There's nothing, yet I felt a chilly hand Upon my shoulder press'd. With open'd eyes And ears intent I'll stand. Better it is Thus'to abide the awful visitation, Than cower in blinded horror, strain'd intensely With ev'ry beating of my goaded heart.