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'Aye, ma'amselle, you may look surprised; but you won't believe it,
perhaps, till they have murdered you, too. You would not believe
about the ghost I told you of, though I shewed you the very place,
where it used to appear!--You will believe nothing, ma'amselle.'
'Not till you speak more reasonably, Annette; for Heaven's sake,
explain your meaning. You spoke of murder!'
'Aye, ma'amselle, they are coming to murder us all, perhaps; but what
signifies explaining?--you will not believe.'
Emily again desired her to relate what she had seen, or heard.
'O, I have seen enough, ma'am, and heard too much, as Ludovico can
prove. Poor soul! they will murder him, too! I little thought, when
he sung those sweet verses under my lattice, at Venice!'--Emily
looked impatient and displeased. 'Well, ma'amselle, as I was saying,
these preparations about the castle, and these strange-looking
people, that are calling here every day, and the Signor's cruel usage
of my lady, and his odd goings-on--all these, as I told Ludovico, can
bode no good.


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