I shall die if left alone now.

Oh, save me--save me.

That horrible form! That fearful face!" "Tell us how it happened, dear Flora ?" said Henry.
"Or would you rather endeavour to get some sleep first ?" suggested Mr.
Marchdale.
"No--no--no," she said, "I do not think I shall ever sleep again." "Say not so; you will be more composed in a few hours, and then you can tell us what has occurred." "I will tell you now.

I will tell you now." She placed her hands over her face for a moment, as if to collect her scattered, thoughts, and then she added,-- "I was awakened by the storm, and I saw that terrible apparition at the window.

I think I screamed, but I could not fly.