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19.
Horror! what has she espied?The Cottage door is open wide!
And see, a shadow dark and tall
Is rising to the ceiling wall!
It lifts its grisly hand to mock!—
Its finger points to the old brass clock!
It is the fiend—there was none to pray—
The hour has struck, and she away!
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