IN TERRIBLE SUSPENSE. 75

 Suddenly the thought flashed upon him, that by
this time Sally must have wakened-that her fate
must be known. Quickly he stole across the room,
and softly unlocked the door, although his body
trembled in every fibre with apprehension.
 From the door of his own room he could see the
glimmer of the candle flickering into the passage
from the room where Sally lay.
 Not a sound was heard-all was silent and still
as death.
 Jack crept gently along the passage close to the
wall on which no light shone.
 As he drew nearer and nearer, and knew that
now in one moment he could see her, that poor
creature whom he had so terribly wronged, every
pulse in his body seemed to throb with painful
excitement. One more step brought him within
view of Sally. All the restless fever and delirium
had left her, and she lay back on the pillows
perfectly still and motionless.
 Jack would almost have thought her dead, so pale
and quiet she lay, but for the slight heaving of the
bedclothes over her chest.
 She was, in truth, in the deep sleep which so often
takes place from exhaustion afterlong-continued fever.
 Jack gazed on her as if he could never take his
eyes off her face, and something of the calm of that