" As he spoke, a smile crossed Sheppard's countenance. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. "I mean to have no one but yourself in it. Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain heavy luxuriousness of gesture. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. "You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look about, Sir," replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. Her efforts were vain. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers.
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