Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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A light sound behind her. She trembled. By someNight-witchcraft, her vision a fact had become.
On a sudden she felt, without turning to view,
That a man was approaching behind her. She knew
By the fluttering pulse which she could not restrain,
And the quick-beating heart, that this man was Eugène.
Her first instinct was flight; but she felt her slight foot
As heavy as though to the soil it had root.
And the Duke's voice retain'd her, like fear in a dream.
Lucile | ||