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 she kept on looking into every corner, at every bench,—all was deserted.

Twice she crossed the whole park. The sunlight grew more yellow. A heavy mist was thickening for rain. The leaves began to stir gently, as if from fear of the coming moment.

Suddenly the bell in the tower of the town church tolled the knell of death. Those groaning, penetrating sounds spread with their full force, and, reflected by the wall and the trees, re-echoed here a second time.

A certain terror suddenly took possession of Lucy. She inclined her head and hurried on, and it seemed to her as if some one was looking at her from somewhere, some one for whom she had to-day been searching in vain. The last few days she had not succeeded in bringing his picture before her eyes, but now she saw him clearly outlined: he was looking so peacefully at her, and yet there was so much terror in his pale features.