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Sleep kept afar off from Stella's eyelids that night. The momentous morrow loomed before her, at one moment filling her with a nameless dread, at another suffusing her whole being with an equally nameless ecstasy. Could it be possible that to-morrow--in a few hours--she would be Leycester's wife? There was enough in the reflection to banish sleep for a week. Let us do her justice. Love and not ambition was the sentiment that moved and agitated her. It was not the thought of the title and the wealth which awaited he…