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And ill you discern? Not tables, toilettes, wardrobes, or drawers, but on one side perhaps the remains of a broken lute, on the other a ponderous chest which no efforts can open, and over the fireplace the portrait of some handsome warrior, whose features will so incomprehensibly strike you, that you will not be able to withdraw your eyes froazes on you in great agitation, and drops a few unintelligible hints To raise your spirits, ives you reason to suppose that the part of the abbey you inhabit is undoubtedly haunted, and inforle do cordial she curtsies off--you listen to the sound of her receding footsteps as long as the last echo can reach you--and when, with fainting spirits, you attempt to fasten your door, you discover, with increased alarhtful! This is just like a book! But it cannot really happen to me I am sure your housekeeper is not really Dorothy Well, what then?"

"Nothing further to alar your unconquerable horror of the bed, you will retire to rest, and get a few hours' unquiet sluht after your arrival, you will probably have a violent storm Peals of thunder so loud as to seem to shake the edifice to its foundation will roll round the neighbouring usts of hich accompany it, you will probably think you discern (for your la itated than the rest Unable of course to repress your curiosity in so favourable ait, you will instantly arise, and throwing your dressing-gown around you, proceed to examine this mystery After a very short search, you will discover a division in the tapestry so artfully constructed as to defy theit, a door will i only secured by massy bars and a padlock, you will, after a few efforts, succeed in opening--and, with your lah it into a shtened to do any such thing"

"What! Not when Dorothy has given you to understand that there is a secret subterraneous communication between your apartment and the chapel of St Anthony, scarcely two miles off? Could you shrink from so simple an adventure? No, no, you will proceed into this sh this into several others, without perceiving anything very reer, in another a few drops of blood, and in a third the re in all this out of the co nearly exhausted, you will return towards your own aparth the small vaulted rooe, old-fashioned cabinet of ebony and gold, which, though narrowly exa the furniture before, you had passed unnoticed Ierly advance to it, unlock its folding doors, and search into every drawer--but for so of i but a considerable hoard of dia, an inner compartment will open--a roll of paper appears--you seize it--it contains many sheets of manuscript--you hasten with the precious treasure into your own chamber, but scarcely have you been able to decipher 'Oh! Thou--whomsoever thou mayst be, into whose hands these memoirs of the wretched Matilda may fall'--when your lamp suddenly expires in the socket, and leaves you in total darkness"