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the spot! Here stands the altar for the happy;—here, the tomb for the hopeless!"
Suspicious of some sinister purpose, Harleigh was at her side with the swiftness of lightening; but not till her fingers were upon the trigger of a pistol, which she had pointed to her temple; though in time, by attaining her arm, and forcibly giving it a new direction, to make her fire the deadly weapon in the air.
Her own design, nevertheless, seconded by the loud din of a pistol, so close to her ear, and let off by her own hand, operated upon her deranged imagination with a belief that her purpose was fulfilled; and she sunk upon the ground, uttering, with a deep groan, "Oh Harleigh! bless the dying Elinor,—and be happy!—"
Harleigh, terrified and shocked, though thankfully perceiving her mistake, dropped down at her side, and supported her head; while congra-
