A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. I could not keep away any longer. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away.
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