You would not believe about the ghost I told you of, though I shewed you the very place, where it used to appear!--You will believe nothing, ma'amselle.' 'Not till you speak more reasonably, Annette; for Heaven's sake, explain your meaning.

You spoke of murder!' 'Aye, ma'amselle, they are coming to murder us all, perhaps; but what signifies explaining ?--you will not believe.' Emily again desired her to relate what she had seen, or heard.
'O, I have seen enough, ma'am, and heard too much, as Ludovico can prove.

Poor soul! they will murder him, too! I little thought, when he sung those sweet verses under my lattice, at Venice!'-- Emily looked impatient and displeased.

'Well, ma'amselle, as I was saying, these preparations about the castle, and these strange-looking people, that are calling here every day, and the Signor's cruel usage of my lady, and his odd goings-on--all these, as I told Ludovico, can bode no good.

And he bid me hold my tongue.