midnight
Is thy sword caught and useless ? thy arm paralyzed ? or what causes thee to stand unnerved and trembling ? Was it the scream that rang out upon the midnight air ? Had it the sound of a voice dear to thee even now ? The man lifted the light figure of the girl within his arms and hurried away . Aye , Effingston , heaven-sent was the sorrow which drove thee forth to seek solace from the night and stars ; but , come , now is thy time !