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AND I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain; And listen till I do beget That golden time again. -- WORDSWORTH.
IT was past midnight -- hostess and guests had retired to repose -- when Lady Vargrave's door opened gently. The lady herself was kneeling at the foot of the bed; the moonlight came through the half-drawn curtains of the casement, and by its ray her pale, calm features looked paler, and yet more hushed.