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"And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, / When your eyes roll so. / . / Alas! why gnaw you so your nether lip? / Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: / These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, / They do not point on me. " / SHAKSPEARE.
Ellena was awakened from profound sleep, by a loud noise at the door of her chamber; when, starting from her mattress, she looked around her with surprise and dismay, as imperfect recollections of the past began to gather on her mind. She distinguished the undrawing of iron bars, and then the countenance of Spalatro at her door, before she had a clear remembrance of her situation -- that she was a prisoner in a house on a lonely shore, and that this man was her jailor. Such sickness of the heart returned with these convictions, such faintness and terror, that unable to support her trembling frame, she sunk again upon the mattress, without demanding the reason of this abrupt intrusion.