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XV.The wind blew, the hoarse ivy shook over her head,She listen'd,—nought else could she hear,The wind ceas'd, her heart sunk in her bosom with dreadFor she heard in the ruins distinctly the treadOf footsteps approaching her near.
XVI.Behind a wide column half breathless with fearShe crept to conceal herself there;That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear,And she saw in the moon-light two ruffians appearAnd between them a corpse did they bear.
XVII.Then Mary could feel her heart-blood curdle cold!Again the rough wind hurried by,—It blew off the hat of the one, and beholdEven close to the feet of poor Mary it roll'd,—She felt, and expected to die.
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