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 steadily examining her as he spoke, he said, "Will you give me leave, Ma'am, to see you for a few minutes to-morrow?"

Juliet made not, nor even attempted to make any answer: terrour was painted in every line of her face, and she trembled so violently, that she was forced to catch by the back of a chair, to save herself from falling.

"I hope, Ma'am," said Lord Denmeath, "you are not ill?" and, approaching her with a look of compassion, added, in a whisper, "I know you!—but be not frightened. I will not hurt you. I will speak to you to-morrow alone, and arrange something to your advantage."

Juliet seemed utterly overcome, and remained motionless.

"Compose yourself," continued Lord Denmeath, speaking louder, and turning towards the wondering Mrs. Ireton; "I will see you when and where you please to-morrow."

Mrs. Ireton, whose own curiosity