A sudden, loud, and undefinable sound, accompanied by a pistol shot, was heard from below. The hitherto motionless form of the silent vision shuddered universally. The faint tinge of life which was stealing over the cheek of Julia fled.
CHAPTER XXVII.
“The rending of the heart’s last cord
Was in that sound!”
“Young, as spring’s first opening rose bud lovely
And helpless as autumn’s last; blooming alone
On a leafless stalk, bent beneath the shower,
And trembling in the wintry blast.”