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head. When however, she perceived that he was alone; and, after looking vainly towards the door, found that no one followed, she tremulously said, "Will he not, then, come?"
Mr. Naird answered, that it had not been possible to overtake him; a note, however, had been left at his lodgings, containing an earnest request, that a daily written account of the patient, till the danger should be over, might be forwarded to Cavendish Square; where it would follow him with the utmost expedition.
Elinor now looked almost petrified. "Danger!" she repeated: "He knows me, then, to be in danger,—yet flies me! And for Him I have lived;—and for Him I die!"
This reflexion destroyed all her composure; and every strong passion, every turbulent emotion, resumed its empire over her mind. She commanded Mr. Naird from the room, forced Golding to dress her, and ordered a chaise and four
