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 that she rose up and down in Vivian's arms; and it was only with the exertion of his whole strength, that he could retain her.

"Why, Amalia—this—this was nothing—your own figure."

"No, not my own—it was yours!"

Uttering a loud and piercing shriek, which echoed through the winding gallery, she fainted.

Vivian gazed on her in a state of momentary stupefaction, for the extraordinary scene had begun to influence his own nerves. And now he heard the tread of distant feet, and a light shone through the key-hole of the nearest door. The fearful shriek had alarmed some of the household. What was to be done? In desperation Vivian caught the lady up in his arms, and dashing out of an opposite door bore her to her chamber.