"'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. "Pah! He's a fool.
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