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    liada—Dallada , t h ^ k , tink , tink ! ' mimicking the holding and fingger touch of a guitar . Jose beckoned and spoke to the bysistanders to bring her in ; but she shook her head—so sadlyaand when one of them laid hold of her wrist , she quietly drew it aaway , and looked up ,, again repeating * Dallada ; tink , tink . ' She

    S 9 eemed worn into exhaustion ; scarcely capable of supporting Iher slender and tottering frame : yet was there in her eyes that ssame light of insane brightness , and glistening , which I before moticed , though it was now more feverish and intense . The I guitar lay upon the table—I reached it , and put it into his hands . 'The first touch of the strings thrilled through her every limb : she i shook with a convulsive motion , and drew her arms and elbows

    close , compressmgly , against her sides , and clapped her little hands in ecstacy , and uttered a thin , faint laugh , which closed in a moaning plaint . The sound of that laugh and moan were as sense-touching , as heart-penetrating , as any thing I remember ever to have heard . Across the narrow street , opposite Jose ' s window , was a door which was reached by half-a-dozen steps . A

    low wall , about three feet high , projected at right angles from the door ; each , at its street end , supported a thin column , on which the porch-roof rested . The moment Jose commenced playing one of those softly-swelling and slowly-measured airs , in which he had such power , she ran up the steps , as if to obtain a better new of him—rested against the wall , with her left arm twined round the pillar , on which she reclined her head . The air

    continued for several minutes . She was perfectly still , and seemed scarcely to breathe , but two or three labourings in the throat and chest were perceptible—her knees began to bend , the pillared arm slipped slowly and gradually from its clasp , her head 9 tooped forward , while her disengaged right arm hung as lifeless by her side . . Presently the left arm dropped from the column ,

    and her whole body sank gently down , to her right side ; she did not drop—she fell , like a cloud , without sound : and the Head hung forward on the uppermost of the steps . Jose threw down the guitar—we understood it—but not till this momentand both hastened into the street : where , by this time , one of the men had raised her , and carried her down the steps . —She was quite dead .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1834, page 675, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2637/page/73/