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Chapter 10

           Thismanalsolivedwithhismother,andhadarazorhiddenaway,tiedroundwithwhitesilk,andwiththisrazorheintendedtocutathroat.

           “AllthewhileIwasintheirhouseIfeltsurethatsomewherebeneaththefloortherewashiddenawaysomedreadfulcorpse,wrappedinoil-cloth,perhapsburiedtherebyhisfather,whoknows?JustasintheMoscowcase.Icouldhaveshownyoutheveryspot!

           “Heisalwayssilent,butIknowwellthathelovesmesomuchthathemusthateme.Myweddingandyoursaretobeonthesameday;soIhavearrangedwithhim.Ihavenosecretsfromhim.Iwouldkillhimfromveryfright,buthewillkillmefirst.Hehasjustburstoutlaughing,andsaysthatIamraving.HeknowsIamwritingtoyou.”

           Therewasmuchmoreofthisdeliriouswanderinginthelettersoneofthemwasverylong.

           Atlasttheprincecameoutofthedark,gloomypark,inwhichhehadwanderedaboutforhoursjustasyesterday.Thebrightnightseemedtohimtobelighterthanever.“Itmustbequiteearly,”hethought.(Hehadforgottenhiswatch.)Therewasasoundofdistantmusicsomewhere.“Ah,”hethought,“theVauxhall!Theywon’tbetheretoday,ofcourse!”Atthismomenthenoticedthathewasclosetotheirhouse;hehadfeltthathemustgravitatetothisspoteventually,and,withabeatingheart,hemountedtheverandahsteps.

           Noonemethim;theverandahwasempty,andnearlypitchdark.Heopenedthedoorintotheroom,butit,too,wasdarkandempty.

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