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CHAPTER XVII.

IN DANGER.

"Send down thy bright-winged angel, Lord! Amid the night so wild; And bid him come and breathe upon,  And heal our gentle child."

Again darkness spread its shadowy wings over the little dwelling of Mistress Campbell, and its inmates separated; but again poor Alice passed a restless and feverish night, tossing and turning in painful sleeplessness, wearied and exhausted in mind and body, but still seemingly condemned to sad watchfulness.

It might have been something peculiar in the heavy atmosphere which oppressed her, for the sultry night air was surcharged with electricity; or it might have been merely the natural result of the overtasking of nerve and brain which the sensitive girl had un