"Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. We never started out in any high-browed manner to scandalize and Shelleyfy. It now occurred to him that she had always been fully dressed. But it would be too risky. "Enschede!" he called. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman.
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