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CHAPTER VIII.
"How felt the maiden in that hour?"
Scott.
The first few moments after the door closed upon Evelyn and his companion were passed by Francesca in a state of horrible anxiety; every instant she expected to hear that the sentinel had discovered the deception. She counted in her own mind the steps along the gallery; at last she heard, as those whose senses are quickened by some strong excitement can hear, the door at the end of the passage close; then all was still, save the measured tread of the soldier passing to and fro. With an intense feeling of composure and relief, she let her head sink on her arm; and, while a few large but quiet tears fell almost unconsciously, remained for a time only alive to the repose that follows when the nerves have been overwrought, and mind and body taxed to their utmost; the
