If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. Had he found the secret door? Running to the centre, she tried to judge where the knocking came from. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. "Oh, God! would you take him from me?— would you murder him?" "His father's name?—and he is free," rejoined Rowland, holding her arms.
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