“What can all this mean, indeed, Annette?” said Emily, in astonishment.
“Aye, ma’amselle, you may look surprised; but you won’t believe it, perhaps, till they have murdered you, too. You would not believe about the ghost I told you of, though I showed 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 l
