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CHAP. XL 



" Dark was the night, and weary too, 

 Still — still, dear love, I thought of you ; 



Oh Sleep, again deceive me ! 

 My head upon the pillow lay. 

 And accents dreara'd of seem'd to say — 

 ' If loved — then wherefore leave me ? '" 



Berkeley. 



On Thursday, which, I think, was the 18th, I did 

 nothing but overlook the kennel. However, on that 

 night the following occurrence happened. I had re- 

 tired to rest, and was just falling asleep, when I was 

 partly aroused by hearing what seemed to be the 

 bellowing of a terrified calf. The noise appeared so 

 close to the chateau that a sleepy notion entered my 

 brain that it was Jules d'Anchald making the noise 

 to induce me to the belief that the wolves were 

 atttacking the cattle, and I was the more convinced 

 of this when directly after I heard a peculiar cry as 

 of the bowlings of wolves, but not so distinctly as 

 the noise of the calf, and then the calf again. 



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