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tulating eyes stole a glance at Juliet; who, at the sound of the pistol, had hastened, aghast, to the spot; but who now, dreading to be seen, retreated.

"Oh Elinor!" he then cried, "what direful infatuation of wrong is this!—What have you done with your nobler, better self?—How have you thus warped your reason and your religion alike, to an equal and terrible defiance of here and hereafter?"

Recovering, at these interrogatories, to conscious failure, and conscious existence, she hastily arose, indignantly spurned at the tablet, looked around for Juliet with every mark of irritation, and, casting a glance of suffering, yet investigating shame at Harleigh, "'Tis again, then," she cried, "abortive!—and, a third time, I am food, for fools,—when I meant to be food only for worms!"

She then peremptorily demanded Juliet; who, affrighted, was absconding, till shrieks rather than calls forced her forward.