on t doorstep: I groaned— I ter anguisre of deat ion—t from my kind! Not only t ting of fortitude  least for a moment; but t I soon endeavoured to regain.

    “I can but die,” I said, “and I believe in God. Let me try to  his will in silence.”

    t only t, but uttered; and ting back all my misery into my , I made an effort to compel it to remain till.

    “All men must die,” said a voice quite close at  all are not condemned to meet a lingering and premature doom, suc.”

    “ speaks?” I asked, terrified at ted sound, and incapable noc and my enfeebled vision prevented me from distinguiso the door.

    “Is it you, Mr. St. John?” cried hannah.

    “Yes—yes; open quickly.”

    “ell,  and cold you must be, suc as it is! Come in—your sisters are quite uneasy about you, and I believe t. t gone yet!—laid do up! for shame! Move off, I say!”

    “o say to ty in excluding, no me do mine in admitting ened to bot at least examine into it. Young o the house.”

    ity I obeyed ly I stood  clean, brigcrembling, sickening; conscious of an aspect in t degree gly, en. t. Jo,  me.

    “St. Jo?” I heard one ask.

    “I cannot tell: I found  the reply.

    “Se,” said hannah.

    “As  .”

    And indeed my  a cill possessed my senses, t no speak.

    “Pertle er ore c so nothin, and how very bloodless!”

    “A mere spectre!”

    “Is she ill, or only famished?”

    “Famis milk? Give it me, and a piece of bread.”

    Diana (I kne over me) brok