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I took her hand in mine, and bid her be composed; for a succession of shudders convulsed her frame, and she would keep straining her gaze towards the glass.

Her fingers clutched the clothes, and gathered them over her eyes. I attempted to steal to the door with an intention of calling her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek–the shawl had dropped from the frame.

‚Why, what is the matter?‘ cried I. ‚Who is coward now? Wake up! That is the glass–the mirror, Mrs. Linton; and you see yourself in it, and there am I too by your side.‘

Trembling and bewildered, she held me fast, but the horror gradually passed from her countenance; its paleness gave place to a glow of shame.