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leaving the shore we sought the retreat of our house and garden. Again as I entered the iron gates of the demesne, an unexplainable feeling bade me hold—yet Elizabeth

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unwarned, and fearless passed on, and I, again half ashamed—& for the first time dreading lest any unholy sight should meet her sense, any shadow of the fiend, should cross her, hastily walked on, and passing my arm round her prayed with a feeling of bitter tenderness, that she might never suffer ill. Thus we entered the mansion—and still not speaking, for both our hearts were too full, we went to a balcony that overhung the lake