It opened and a nun’s head popped out. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. You are afraid of the warmth in your blood. . “I feel shabby and disgraced. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt.
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