BLACK DWARF. ISABEL VERE. "She twice extended her hand to the door, and twice she withdrew it; and when she did at length make the effort, the knock did not equal in violence the throb of her own bosom."-Vol. ix. p. 186. "I have a faint, cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life; I'll call him back to comfort me; For I am sick, and capable of fears; |