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Hail, mildly-pleasing Solitude! / Companion of the wise and good! / Thine is the balmy breath of morn, / Just as the dew-bent rose is born. / But chief when evening scenes decay / And the faint landscape swims away, / Thine is the doubtful, soft decline, / And that best hour of musing thine. / - Thomson
Emily's injunctions to Annette to be silent on the subject of her terror were ineffectual, and the occurrence of the preceding night spread such alarm among the servants, who now all affirmed, that they had frequently heard unaccountable noises in the château, that a report soon reached the Count of the north side of the castle being haunted. He treated this, at first, with ridicule, but, perceiving, that it was productive of serious evil, in the confusion it occasioned among his household, he forbade any person to repeat it, on pain of punishment.