A Sequel to Don Juan — page 190: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 181 LXXIV. He ceased—and from his heart escaped a sigh :- *T was echoed near him—and a rustling sound Of garments and of hurried footsteps nigh Caused him to start and quickly gaze around. Fleet as the lightning-fiash, his eagle eye Beheld a figure skimming o’er the ground Scarce twenty paces off ;—a moment more And Juan stood alone upon the shore. LXXV. So transient was the glimpse that he had caught Of this form evanescent, that his brain, Though to romance by love and moon-light wrought, Could no definitive idea retain. But haply ’twas a spirit that had sought The fatal spot where to the treacherous main A life had been the tribute ?—No—that sigh Savoured too much of weak mortality ! LXXVI. Harassed by undefinable alarms, Knowing not what he dreaded—yet afraid, Like the young infant in a stranger’s arms— He left the beach, and sought the esplanade.* No longer in his eyes the scene had charms, Nor to survey it were his footsteps stayed ; But, as if urged by something terrible, He hurried on till he gained his hotel. * The Marine Parade. CORnniclookxs. conn