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CHAP. IV.

Along the roofs sounds the low peal of Death,And Conscience trembles to the boding note;She views his dim form floating o'er the aisles,She hears mysterious murmurs in the air,And voices, strange and potent, hint the crimeThat dwells in thought, within her secret soul.

The Marchesa repaired, according to her appointment, to the church of San Nicolo, and, ordering her servants to remain with the carriage at a side-door, entered the choir, attended only by her woman.

When vespers had concluded, she lingered till nearly every person had quitted the choir, and then walked through the solitary aisles to the north cloister. Her heart was as heavy as her step; for when is it that peace and evil passions dwell together? As she slowly paced the cloisters, she perceived a monk passing between thepillars,

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