Chapter 21 SYBIL'S FLIGHT.

'Tis well-my soul shakes off its load of care;

'Tis only the obscure is terrible;

Imagination frames events unknown,

In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin,

And what its fears creates.-Hannah More.

Upon the snow-white bed the form of Rosa Blondelle, wrapped in pure white raiment, was laid out. Very peaceful and beautiful she looke

            
            

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