"So much the worse," replied Jonathan, rising and taking a turn, as if uncertain what to do. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation. "Sir Cecil is no more. . Bring me food, a man, hurry!” She placed the stone back over the crypt to hide the evidence of what she had uncovered. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats.
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