'How many years have passed, since this lady disappeared, Annette?'
said Emily.
'Twenty years, ma'amselle, or thereabout, as they tell me; I know it
is a long while ago.' Emily continued to gaze upon the portrait.
'I think,' resumed Annette, 'the Signor would do well to hang it in a
better place, than this old chamber. Now, in my mind, he ought to
place the picture of a lady, who gave him all these riches, in the
handsomest room in the castle. But he may have good reasons for what
he does: and some people do say that he has lost his riches, as well
as his gratitude. But hush, ma'am, not a word!' added Annette,
laying her finger on her lips. Emily was too much absorbed in
thought, to hear what she said.
''Tis a handsome lady, I am sure,' continued Annette: 'the Signor
need not be ashamed to put her in the great apartment, where the
veiled picture hangs.' Emily turned round. 'But for that matter,
she would be as little seen there, as here, for the door is always
locked, I find.'
'Let us leave this chamber,' said Emily: 'and let me caution you
again, Annette; be guarded in your conversation, and never tell, that
you know any thing of that picture.
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