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 | | His mind, already sinking in despair, was riveted on what he had heard from the woe-boding voice of the herald, with a fascination as absorbing as that which rivets the eye of the traveler, already giddy on the summit of a precipice, upon the spectacle of the yawning gulfs beneath. |
 | | She knelt down by Numerian, and gently smoothed the hair over brow; then she drew the curtain across the window, for she feared even that the breeze blowing through it might arouse him. |
 | | With Numerian, as with the rest of the people, all apprehension, all doubt, all exercise of reason, was overpowered by the one eager idea of escaping from the fatal precincts of Rome. |
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