She did look irresistibly bewitching
beyond doubt; and it was just as well for Sir Norman's peace of
mind that he did not see her, for he was bad enough without that.
So she stood thinking tenderly of him for a half-hour or so,
quite undisturbed by the storm; and how strange it was that she
had risen up that very morning expecting to be one man's bride,
and that she should rise up the next, expecting to be another's.
She could not realize it at all; and with a little sigh-half
pleasure, half presentiment - she walked to the window, drew the
curtain, and looked out at the night. All was peaceful and
serene; the moon was fall to overflowing, and a great deal of
extra light ran over the brim; quite a quantity of stars were
out, and were winking pleasantly down at the dark little planet
below, that went round, and round, with grim stoicism, and paid
no attention to anybody's business but its own. She saw the
heaps of black, charred ashes that the rush of rain had quenched;
she saw the still and empty street; the frowning row of gloomy
houses opposite, and the man on guard before one of them. She
had watched that man all day, thinking, with a sick shudder, of
the plague-stricken prisoners he guarded, and reading its piteous
inscription, "Lord have mercy on us!" till the words seemed
branded on her brain.
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