She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. I used to go by the name Lucy Iovelli, which was my natural father’s surname. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load.
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