The cabs, the striking clocks." Lord L.'s distress

Struggled with sleep. He thought he answered "Yes."

"What can I do to make me sleep? I am ill,

Unnerv'd to-night. This house is like a well.

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Do I disturb you here, and shall I go?"

Lord L. was moved. He thought he answered "No."

"If you would speak, perhaps my tears would stop.

Speak! only speak!"

Lord L. here felt a drop

Upon his hand. She had put down the light,

And sat upon his bed forlornly white

And pale and trembling. Her dark hair unbound

Lay on her knees. Her lips moved, but their sound

Came strangely to his ears and half-unheard.

He only could remember the last word:

"I am unhappy—listen L.!—alone."

She touched his shoulder and he gave a groan.

"This is too much. You do not hear me. See,

I cannot stop these tears. Too much!"

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