Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 44: what you’re looking at

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dropped into a quiet chat, which lasted until ten o'clock, when Mr. Parlescourt took his leave, having first craved permission to call the next day—which would be the Sabbath—to attend Mrs. Graham fo church service in the evening. As they both stood at the door a moment, as he was leaving, they noticed and remarked upon the strange atmosphere that seemed to pervade the city, yet neither had a suspicion of the horrors that it por- tended. It was the 7th of October, 1871, the eventful night ofthe breaking out of that dreadful conflagration which laid in ashes the best portions of that proud city of the West, and made such a fearful holocaust of human lives and wealth. Adrien Earlescourt returned to the Sherman House after bidding his friend ‘‘good-night,”* and re- tired immediately to rest, He slept heavily during the first half of the night. He aroused at midnight, and noticed that the wind had changed, and was blowing sharply against the windows of his room; but be shortly fellinto alight slumler again, during which he dreamed that he was ounce more on’ the ocean with HDmelie Graham—that they were going back to England together, she hav- ing become his wife, and he was taking her in tri- umph to his proud home, ee i eeteeen