The theme was a masquerade. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. There isn’t. He said the place had gone to wrack. He was as hard as a rock. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap.
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