This page has been validated.
324
VILLETTE.
I was weak. I tried to reach the porch of a great building near, but the mass of frontage and the giant-spire turned black and vanished from my eyes. Instead of sinking on the steps as I intended, I seemed to pitch headlong down an abyss. I remember no more.
END OF VOL. I.
London: Printed by Stewart and Murray, Old Bailey.
