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Why do you start?

I knew not he was near me.

I crave your pardon: 't was unwittingly; I scarcely know myself why I returned. Your friends are well, I hope; all's well in Glasgow?

She says a deadly fever rages there, And nought is seen along their dismal streets But funeral processions; nothing heard But death-bells tolling, and the hammer's sound Nailing in haste the corse's narrow house.

And she herself amidst this wreck of life!

She is, ere this, removed from the contagion; For these concluding lines inform me plainly, That she and all her family were prepared