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William Blake

Tyger, tyger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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To cause to move faster; to quicken the motion of; to add to the speed of.

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Chapter 27

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“He has gone! It is over!” Anna said to herself, standing at the window; and in answer to this statement the impression of the darkness when the candle had flickered out, and of her fearful dream mingling into one, filled her heart with cold terror.

“No, that cannot be!” she cried, and crossing the room she rang the bell. She was so afraid now of being alone, that without waiting for the servant to come in, she went out to meet him.

“Inquire where the count has gone,” she said. The servant answered thatthe count had gone to the stable.
“His honor left word that if you cared to drive out, the carriage wouldbe back immediately.”
“Very good. Wait a minute. I’ll write a note at once. Send Mihail withthe note to the stables. Make haste.”

She sat down and wrote:

“I was wrong. Come back home; I must explain. For God’s sake come! I’mafraid.”

She sealed it up and gave it to the servant.

She was afraid of being left alone now; she followed the servant out ofthe room, and went to the nursery.

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