It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. The two young fools laughed until they cried. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured.
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