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ioned to slondery, young "end ea edict The Diige of Siak The waters swirled darkly to and seemed, that black clouds inthe fro, eddying here and there in the cast which were now outlined with pale light of a winter "morning,! rays of soft pink, heralds vf the Tapping gently against the cold rising: sun. stone steps with an cory sucking The figure advanced towards the ound, and hissing gently as. the. water and stood gazing, an express: trickles Tan back off the steps into sion of infinite andness, weariness the inky depths whence they.eame.{ stamped on her face, a face of Little wavelets leapt upon' the sur-acter, with deep set face as the chill wind ruffled it eyes, finely chiselled nose, and a in fitful gusts, a chill wind that firm' mouth and chin which gave to puffed great clouds across the sul-! the features a dominant air des Jen sky, lend grey without a pro-the haunted look of the eyes, or mise of the day that was to dawn was it fear that showed there? after a long night of heavy rain She stood there like a statue for and powerful, tearing wind, few moments then, with a shud-Tu the cast where should have der and drawing the clank yet more een by this time the first flush closely about her, she commenced of rose was piled bank upon bank to pace sharply up and down with of heavy black cloud. quick short steps, now and then her The air was dank, filled with lips moving as though in an endeavraw mist that blurred the vision our to summon up courage that was made every outline shadowy, evidently sorely needed, but the giving to the world a ghostly, untroubled look never for a moment Teal appearance. lett her eyes.
Now and again a low rumble of Alter four or five minutes of this thunder sounded in the heavens, incessant pacing, the woman came growled threateningly and died tovan abrupt standstill some fifty away into the distance with a ticker of far-off lightning, leaving 'a deathly stillness broken only by. the constant beating of water on stone and the sound of water drip-feet from the steps and gazed once again at the waters A few. mor minster piss, than' with a visible fort and drawing a deep breath She flung. aside the cloak and. al-
ENENING GOWN OF NOTTINGHAM LAET,
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