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heavy footstep was heard ascending the
staircase that led to Mertoun’s room.

Our hero’s slumbers were still unbrok-
en.when his master entered the apart-
ment, and stood silently by his bed-side,
watching, for several minutes, with much
interest, the features of the sleeping boy.
It was evident, that though his repose
was deep, it was by no means refresh-
ing. His hands were tightly clenched,
and the muscles of his face worked con-
vulsively, as though he were engaged in
some imaginary struggle; and one foot,
which protruded from the counterpane,
was slightly stained with blood.

“Mertoun,” said the Doctor, gently lay-
ing his hand on his shoulder; “do you
not know what o'clock it is?”

“Off, off, Juno!” exclaimed Harry, in
his sleep.