ton as the hour drew near cannot easily be imagined. Unable to obtain any sleep the night before, her nervous system was stretched to its utmost tension, and the frightful leap from the window tormented her with the most fearful apprehensions lest courage should fail at last. As her chamber fronted the main avenue leading to the building, no carriage could escape her observation, but it was possible for some other to come; and it might be unsafe to rely on her indistinct vision, now so impaired by sickness and suffering, to guide her accurately. Many such fears arose, all of which fled when the hand pointed to the hour and no carriage appeared. Not a person was stirring outside the building and every thing was propitious as could be for the adventure. No shrinking now from the hazardous leap—she was not afraid to jump on the soft greensward below, or perform any other similar feat, with the prospect of escape afterwards. Gould it be possible he would disappoint her? How every moment swelled into an hour!
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There comes the carriage and no mistaking the driver, Walter Claremont, whose frank, manly face and large brown eyes it was easy to recognize. A moment more and she was on the ground. The leap was effected with less of harm than she expected, laming her considerably, but not enough to disable her from rising. She reached the carriage by the time it stopped and Walter lifted her in. Exhausted nature then gave way and she fell into a swoon. Mrs. Claremont's forethought fortunately provided for this emergency in supplying Rosalind with cordials,
