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wore the pallid hue of death, and she sunk motionless on the floor.
In an instant, all admiring acclamation subsided into tender pity, and not a sound was heard in the assembly; while in the orchestra all was commotion; for Harleigh no sooner saw the fall, and that the whole band was in movement, to offer aid, than, springing from his place, he overcame every obstacle, to force a passage to the spot where the pale Ellis was lying. There, with an air of command, that seemed the offspring of rightful authority, he charged every one to stand back, and give her air; desired M. Vinstreigle to summon some female to her aid; and, snatching from him a phial of salts, which he was attempting to administer, was gently bending down with them himself, when he perceived that she was already reviving: but the instant that he had raised her, what was his consternation and horrour, to hear a voice, from the assembly, call out: "Turn, Harleigh, turn! and see thy
