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CHAPTER XIII.

Horrors of Night to the Guilty — Dismal Images — The Choir oi
Angels, and the Blind Girl.

Puiip, meanwhile, had returned to his delightful valley ;
and, fatigued by the excitements of the day, he sought to
enjoy the sweets of a profound repose. But the image of
Count Charles—pale, haggard and emaciated, just as he
had beheld him seated on the boatswain’s grave, inces-
santly haunted him. He was well aware that it was but
the phantom of his own creation: and yet he could not
sleep; he could not quiet his upbraiding heart ; he coulda
turn his eyes in no direction without encountering the
frightful apparition.

At the earliest dawn of day he hastened to his accus-
tomed employment, in hopes of ridding himself of these
gloomy imaginations. He had observed on the opposite
side of the isle, growing in the clefts of the rocks, a spe-
cies of moss very suitable for the purpose he had in view.
He collected a large quantity of it, and fabricated for him-