The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 76: what you’re looking at

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THE SOLEMN INJUNCTION 57 rienced a renewal of a superstitious terror, which despite all her efforts she could not cast off. At length, ashamed of herself, she retired to rest, but when sleep stole upon her eyes, her dreams were haunted by the stealthily gliding form of the murdered Lenoir, by hideous shapes, uncouth and terrible, by suits of armour marching majestically before her mental vision, their plumes waving ominously above their helmets. And then, too, it appeared to her that the organ in the chapel was pouring forth its full tide of lugu- brious and mournful harmony, swelling at length into a terrific volume of sound, which rolled its awful diapason through the entire building. When Zoe awoke, the light of the refulgent sun was streaming in at the windows; the wind had completely gone down; the heavens were clear and beautiful, and the climate of that Pyrenean region was as serene, aS warm, and as genial as Zoe had at first known it. COMIC OOO SS (C(O)