” “My Mom complains that she’s tired all the time. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. She laughed altogether in her old manner. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!” His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive.
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