I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond

Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths I Tell; 'tis Virtue Makes The Bliss, Where'er We Dwell.

I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has, Of A Spirit's Haunting A House ; But I Have Had My Own Personal Experience Of A House's Haunting A Spirit.

Not The Shadow Of A Doubt Crossed My Mind Of The Purpose For Which The Count Had Left The Theatre. His Escape From Us, That Evening, Was Beyond All Question The Preliminary Only To His Escape From London. The Mark Of The Brotherhood Was On His Arm-i Felt As Certain Of It As If He Had Shown Me The Brand; And The Betrayal Of The Brotherhood Was On His Conscience-i Had Seen It In His Recognition Of Pesca.

The Evening Advanced. The Shadows Lengthened. The Waters Of The Lake Grew Pitchy Black. The Gliding Of The Ghostly Swans Became Rare And More Rare.

She Looked So Irresistibly Beautiful As She Said Those Brave Words That No Man Alive Could Have Steel His Heart Against Her.