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y! Will the night never come-that night she had once so much dreaded? Sun, wilt thou never set? There is no longer gladness in thy beams. The shadows, indeed, grow longer, and yet thine orb is as high in heaven as if it were an everlasti

e fastened it to the-lattice with all her force. The bell struck twelve, and the Lady Imogene delivered herself to her fate. Slowly and fearfully she descended, long suspended in the air, until her feet at length touched a ledge of r

voice, 'all is right, lady-b

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e me thy hand, sweet lady. Courage! all is r

is in the arms of L

e Virgin be praised, all is right. I would not go through such an eight-

e has not visited

said Lothair-'y

at my window,' sai

no time to lose. Hist! I hear footsteps. This way, dear friend

now rose, and torches seemed suddenly to wave in

she exclaimed, as she hi

himself against a tree,

antly recognised by Imogene; 'seiz

swered Lothair to h

nt and slaying their chieftain's daughter; the red and streaming torches blending with the silver moonlight tha

enouncing tone of the father, 'Cowards! do you fear a

p as was their feudal devotion, they love

ended sword; and as thus they stood, all alike prepared for combat, yet all motionless, an arrow glanced over the shou

d now, as fatally and as suddenly, terminated the career of the master of