I met you here as Lady Ferringhall. ” Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door. She led him up the long hall solemnly. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. It was a huge stone placed there by some workmen occupied in repairing the structure. There is something inconglomerate about us. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Nothing is settled upon.
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