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DAY-DAWN.
All this time, the attendant, George, had been sitting, very much at his ease, on horseback, looking after Sir Norman's charger and admiring the beauties of sunrise.

He had seen Sir Norman in conversation with a strange female, and not much liking his near proximity to the plague-pit, was rather impatient for it to come to an end; but when he saw the tragic manner in which it did end, his consternation was beyond all bounds.

Sir Norman, in his horrified flight, would have fairly passed him unnoticed, had not George arrested him by a loud shout.
"I beg your pardon, Sir Norman," he exclaimed, as that gentleman turned his distracted face; "but, it seems to me, you are running away.

Here is your horse; and allow me to say, unless we hurry we will scarcely reach the count by sunrise." Sir Norman leaned against his horse, and shaded his eyes with his hand, shuddering like one in an ague.
"Why did that woman leap into the plague-pit ?" inquired George, looking at him curiously.