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Desolate in each place of trust, / Thy bright soul dimmed with care, / To the land where is found no trace of dust. / Oh! look thou there.
The servant had either not understood, or had neglected the orders of / Eugene Trevor. Her own faithful attendant had not accompanied Mary, and / Miss Elliott's maid, who waited upon her, had gone to the hall to be in / attendance in the cloak-room upon her young lady. So that when the poor / girl recovered from her temporary insensibility, she found herself quite / alone, and nearly in darkness with but a dim and bewildered recollection / of what had occurred, the sense of physical indisposition preponderating / at the moment. She feebly arose, and managed to drag her chilled and / heavy limbs to her own room.