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Oh, the night! let me not think of the night!" And, plunged in

the frightful void of the future, he sought in vain for some

employment of time, some method of living through the days and

nights. Now he thought of abandoning his castle, and flying to

some distant country, where he had never been heard of; but,

could he fly from himself? Then he felt a confused hope of

recovering his former courage and habits; and that he should

regard these terrors of his soul but as a transient delirium:

now, he dreaded the approach of day, which should exhibit him so

miserably changed to his followers; then he longed for its light,

as if it would bring light also to his troubled thoughts. As the

day broke, a confused sound of merriment broke upon his ear. He

listened; it was a distant chiming of bells, and he could hear

the echo of the mountains repeat the harmony, and mingle itself

with it. From another quarter, still nearer, and then from

another, similar sounds were heard.