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(SYLVESTER groans and stirs in his sleep. The logs of the fire fall apart. A knock is heard at the window.)
Lenore:
Who knocks so late?
Bale:
Your neighbour Simon Bale,
I have a word for Doctor Sylvester.
Lenore:
Is it of import, for the old man sleeps?
Bale:
Take you the message then, an hour ago
Crossing the forest clearing, I did meet
An Indian Squaw who ask'd a word of me
And bade me tell Sylvester that to-night
The time accomplish'd was, and payment due
Awaited by the holder of the bond.
