Strange Story, a — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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or two ago, my fancies gulled my credulous trust!
But suddenly, even while thus chiding my wild superstitions, a fear, that to most would seem scarcely less superstitious, shot across me. Could Lilian be affected by the near neighbourhood of one to whose magnetic influence she had once been so strangely subjected? I left Margrave still sleeping, closed and locked the door of the hut, went back to my dwelling, and met Amy at the threshold. Her smile was so cheering that I felt at once relieved. "Hush!" said the child, putting her finger to her lips, "she is so quiet! I was coming in search of you, with a message from her." "From Lilian to me--what! to me!" "Hush! About an hour ago, she beckoned me to draw near to her, and then said, very softly: 'Tell Allen that light is coming back to me, and it all settles on him--on him. Tell him that I pray to be spared to walk by his side on earth, hand-in-hand to that heaven which is no dream, Amy. Tell him that,--no dream!'" While the child spoke my tears gushed, and the strong hands in which I veiled my face quivered like the leaf of the aspen. And when I could command my voice, I said plaintively,-- "May I not, then, see her?--only for a moment, and answer her message though but by a look?" "No, no!" |
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