The interminable population, the mighty melody, the incredible
order, the simple yet awful solemnity, this representation of
the great cause to which she was devoted under an aspect that
at once satisfied the reason, captivated the imagination, and
elevated the heart--her admiration of her father, thus
ratified as it were by the sympathy of a nation--added to all
the recent passages of her life teeming with such strange and
trying interest, overcame Sybil. The tears fell down her
cheek as the carriage bore away her father, while she remained
under the care of one unknown to the people of Mowbray, but
who had accompanied her from London,--this was Hatton.
The last light of the sun was shed over the Moor when Gerard
reached it, and the Druids' altar and its surrounding crags
were burnished with its beam.
Book 5 Chapter 11
It was the night following the day after the return of Gerard
to Mowbray. Morley, who had lent to him and Sybil his cottage
in the dale, was at the office of his newspaper, the Mowbray
Phalanx, where he now resided. He was alone in his room
writing, occasionally rising from his seat and pacing the
chamber, when some one knocked at his door.
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