during the remainder of the day, emily's mind was agitated with doubts and fears and contrary determinations, on the subject of meeting this barnardine on the rampart, and submitting herself to his guidance, she scarcely knew whither.pity for her aunt and anxiety for herself nately swayed her determination, and night came, before she had decided upon her conduct.she heard the castle clock strike eleven--twelve--and yet her mind wavered.the time, however, was now come, when she could hesitate no longer: and then the interest she felt for her aunt overcame other considerations, and, bidding annette follow her to the outer door of the vaulted gallery, and there await her return, she descended from her chamber.the castle was perfectly still, and the great hall, where so lately she had witnessed a scene of dreadful contention, now returned only the whispering footsteps of the two solitary figures gliding fearfully between the pillars, and gleamed only to the feeble lamp they carried.emily, deceived by the long shadows of the pillars and by the catching lights between, often stopped, imagining she saw some person, moving in the distant obscurity of the perspective; and, as she passed these pillars, she feared to turn her eyes toward them, almost expecting to see a figure start out from behind their broad shaft.she reached, however, the vaulted gallery, without interruption, but unclosed its outer door with a trembling hand, and, charging annette not to quit it and to keep it a little open, that she might be heard if she called, she delivered to her the lamp, which she did not dare to take herself because of the men on watch, and, alone, stepped out upon the dark terrace.every thing was so still, that she feared, lest her own light steps should be heard by the distant sentinels, and she walked cautiously towards the spot, where she had before met barnardine, listening for a sound, and looking onward through the gloom in search of him.at length, she was startled by a deep voice, that spoke near her, and she paused, uncertain whether it was his, till it spoke again, and she then recognized the hollow tones of barnardine, who had been punctual to the moment, and was at the appointed place, resting on the rampart wall.after chiding her for not coming sooner, and saying, that he had been waiting nearly half an hour, he desired emily, who made no reply, to follow him to the door, through which he had entered the terrace.
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