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An uncertain kind of terror pervaded Emily's mind; the circumstances

of the past hour still cahts were various and rapid, though without tu visions she was recalled by a knocking at the

cha voice

of Annette 'Dear reat deal to say,' said the poor

girl 'The door is locked,' answered the lady 'Yes, nor has the key,' said Madain! ill become of us?' exclaimed Annette 'Assist us to escape,' said her mistress 'Where is Ludovico?' 'Below in the hall,with the best of

the?' cried Madanors, and a great many more' 'Is any person much hurt?' said Emily, in a tremulous voice 'Hurt!

Yes, , and the swords are clashing,

and--O holy saints! Do letthis way--I

shall be murdered!' 'Fly!' cried Emily, 'fly! we cannot open the door'

Annette repeated, that they were co, and in the sa to her aunt, 'I entreat you to be

calhtened in the least, do not you be

alarmed' 'You can scarcely support yourself,' replied her aunt; 'Merciful God!

what is it they mean to do with us?'