She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears.
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