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"Go to--I must be calm. The spirit goeth forth, and I may not wander
again. But my poor head: it burns here--here!" And she put her hand
tenderly on that of De Poininges, raising it to her brow, which throbbed
violently. She started back, as from some sudden recollection, gazing
intently on his countenance.
"I know it--the vision tarrieth not. Now," she said--crossing herself
with great solemnity, and with apparent composure, as if all trace of
her malady had disappeared--"we must away. Follow; yet will I first set
yon rogue to watch." She sought the terrified man of canticles, and,
speaking in a low tone, raised her hand as though with some terrible
denunciation in case of disobedience. Immediately she returned, and,
pointing to a heap of loose stuff, began to throw it aside.
"Here--here!"
But De Poininges hesitated, thinking it a somewhat dubious adventure to
follow a mad woman, it might be, in quest of her wits. Seeing his
unwillingness to proceed, she whispered something in his ear which
wrought a marvellous change. He looked as if petrified with wonder, but
he followed now without shrinking. They entered by a narrow door,
curiously concealed.
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