A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. “Lady Ferringhall, sir.
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