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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.


LADY DUNGARREN.

No; though the Lord's prayer was on my lips, I was unable to utter it.

ANNABELLA.

Heaven preserve us! what a dreadful situation you were in! Did the poor child seem to notice any thing?

LADY DUNGARREN.

I cannot say how she looked when the door burst open; but as soon as I could observe her, her eyes were wide open, gazing fixedly, as if some ugly visage were hanging over her, from which she could not turn away, and presently she fell into a convulsion, and I at that instant recovered my voice and my strength, and called nurse from her closet to assist her.

ANNABELLA.

What did nurse think?

LADY DUNGARREN.

Nurse said she was sure that both Grizeld Bane and Mary Macmurren had been in the room. And this I will take my oath to, that afterwards, when she fell quiet, she muttered in her sleep, in a thick untuneable voice, and amongst the words which she uttered, I distinctly heard the name of Mary Macmurren.