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Rh Arden, with a singular appearance of satisfaction.

"You must not talk," said Francesca, closing the curtains at the foot of the bed. But the patient had seen her, and again a ghastly expression of horror convulsed his features. The name Beatrice again died on his pale and quivering lips, and he grasped Guido's hand convulsively. "Did you see her, too?" he whispered, at length.

"See who?" exclaimed Guido; and at that moment Francesca again drew near with a glass of water.

"Who is that?" cried Arden, speaking with a strong effort, and gazing with fixed eyes upon her.

"My sister Francesca;—do drink this."

The sick man allowed them to put the glass to his lips, and sipped a small quantity; his look became more composed; he lay down, as if exhausted, and in a little while slept again, leaving his youthful friends full of surprise at the strange terror which he had manifested. It proved, however, to be the crisis of his disease; for from that time he rapidly amended, and was soon able to sit up for a few hours.

In the meantime, Francesca had leisure to note the unrest, and unfixedness of purpose in