Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. "Heed her not. There was only one prisoner in the ward. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. And, though the villain can't see his orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will.
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