A deathly paleness overspread her countenance, and a convulsion shook her frame as she was thus brought into contact with the earl, who, fearing the immersion might prove dangerous in her present delicate state of health, quickened his pace to procure assistance.

Before he had proceeded a hundred yards, Amabel fainted.

Gazing at her with admiration, and pressing her inanimate frame to his breast, Rochester imprinted a passionate kiss on her cheek.
"By my soul!" he mentally ejaculated, "I never thought I could be so desperately enamoured.

I would not part with her for the crown of these realms." While considering whither he should take her, and much alarmed at her situation, the man who acted as guide came to his relief.

Halting till the earl came up, he said, "If you want assistance for the young lady, my lord, I can take you to a good country inn, not far from this, where she will be well attended to, and where, as it is kept by my father, I can answer that no questions will be asked." "Precisely what I wish, Sherborne," replied Rochester.