"He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. Instinctively she imitated this action, chilled and a little frightened at the expression of terror that confronted her. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. She felt she had stepped into a world of unknown usages. We shall have him on his return. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. She became more assertive, more defiant. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation.
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