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CHAP. VII.

Call up the Spirit of the ocean, bidHim raise the storm! The waves begin to heave,To curl, to foam; the white surges run farUpon the dark'ning waters, and mightySounds of strife are heard. Wrapt in the midnightOf the clouds, sits Terror, meditatingWoe. Her doubtful form appears and fades,Like the shadow of Death, when he minglesWith the gloom of the sepulchre, and broodsIn lonely silence. Her spirits are abroad!They do her bidding! Hark, to that shriek!The echoes of the shore have heard!

Ellena, meanwhile, when she had been carried from the chapel of San Sebastian, was placed upon a horse in waiting, and, guarded by the two men who had seized her, commenced a journey, which continued with little interruption during two nights and days. She had no means of judging whither she was going, and listenedin

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