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EUGENE ARAM.
CHAPTER VI.
THE DEATH.—THE PRISON.—AN INTERVIEW.—ITS RESULT.
"Lay her i' the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring."
*****"See in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep."—Hamlet.
"Bear with me a little longer," said Madeline. "I shall be well, quite well presently."
Ellinor let down the carriage window, to admit the air; and she took the occasion to tell the coachman to drive faster. There was that change in Madeline's voice which alarmed her.
"How noble was his look! you saw him smile!" continued Madeline, talking to herself: "And they will murder him after all. Let me see, this day week, ay, ere this day week we shall meet again."
"Faster; for God's sake, Ellinor, tell them to
