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Portrait of Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 2

Una looked on her curiously, and half frightened, and then the odd smile stole over her face like a gleam of moonlight.
"My poor Alice, what have you to do with it?" she whispered.
"And why do you talk of sleeping no more with me?" said Alice.
"Why? Alice dear—no why—no reason—only a knowledge that it must be so, or Una will die."
"Die, Una darling!--what can you mean?"
"Yes, sweet Alice, die, indeed. We must all die some time, you know, or—or undergo a change; and my time is near—very near—unless I sleep apart from you."
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Portrait of Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 2

The morning came at last; that dreadful night was over. But Una! Where was Una?
Alice never saw her more. On the head of her empty bed were traced in chalk the words—Ultor De Lacy, Ultor O'Donnell. And Alice found beneath her own pillow the little purse of embroidery she had seen in Una's hand. It was her little parting token, and bore the simple legend—"Una's love!"
De Lacy's rage and horror were boundless. He charged the priest, in frantic language, with having exposed his child, by his cowardice and neglect, to the machinations of the Fiend, and raved and blasphemed like a man demented.
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Portrait of Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 2

Almost freezing with terror, Alice rose and glided after her, and stood in her chamber, screaming----
"Una, Una, in heaven's name what troubles you?"
But Una seemed to have been sound asleep in her bed, and raised herself with a start, and looking upon her with a peevish surprise, said----
"What does Alice seek here?"
"You were in my room, Una, dear; you seem disturbed and troubled."
"Dreams, Alice. My dreams crossing your brain; only dreams—dreams. Get you to bed, and sleep."
And to bed she went, but not to sleep. She lay awake more than an hour; and then Una emerged once more from her room.
Source: Gutenberg

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