to the execution in a period too brief for more than itself to be viewed by the intellect.
"What then? Were my hands imbrued in this precious blood? Was it to this extremity of horror that my evil genius was determined to urge me? Too surely this was his purpose!—too surely I was qualified to be its minister!
"I lifted the weapon—its point was aimed at the bosom of the sleeper—the impulse was given
"At the instant a piercing shriek was uttered behind me, and a stretched-out hand grasping the blade, made it swerve widely from its aim: it descended, but without inflicting a wound—its force was spent upon the bed.
"Oh for words to paint that stormy transition! I loosed my hold of the dagger—I started back, and fixed eyes of frantic curiosity on the author of my rescue. He that interposed to arrest my deed, that started into being and activity at a moment so pregnant with fate, without tokens of his purpose, or his coming being previously imparted, could not, methought, be less than divinity.
"The first glance that I darted on this being corroborated my conjecture—it was the figure and the lineaments of Mrs. Lorimer. Negligently habited in flowing and brilliant white, with features bursting with terror and wonder, the likeness of that being who was stretched upon the bed now stood before me.
"All that I am able to conceive of angel was comprised in the moral constitution of this woman. That her genius had overleaped all bounds, and interposed to save her, was no audacious imagination: in the state in which my mind then was, no other belief than this could occupy the first place.
"My tongue was tied: I gazed by turns upon her who stood before me, and her who lay upon the bed, and who, awakened by the shriek that had been uttered, now opened her eyes: she started from her pillow, and, by assuming a new and more distinct attitude, permitted me to recognise Clarice herself!
"Three days before, I had left her beside the bed of a
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