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rest, the ghost whispered, in a faltering accent, "be quiet, dear Sir, I am Helen!"
"Half frantic with rapture I pressed the trembling girl to my panting bosom, printed a glowing kiss on her sweet lips, and asked her, what fortunate accident had procured me the happiness of seeing her so late in the night."
"Oh!" sighed the lovely girl, "you shall save me from destruction."
"With all my heart," answered I, "if it is in my power."
"It is in your power," resumed my sweet visitor, "my father confides in you, O, save me! save me!".
"I entreated her to tell me the source of her affliction, and how I could be serviceable to her; upon which she sat herself down and began as follows:"
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