It was John
Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young
scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. "Will that do?" he added, returning it. The terrors and anxieties of the last few
months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream,
dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. "So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister
smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards
contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing
to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom
Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now. "All right," replied Sheppard, with affected indifference. “Both. “There is something which I must say to you. Old Bedlam. "But they will find the
evidences of slaughter in the other room,—the table upset,—the bloody cloth,—
the dead man's sword,—the money,—and my memorandum, which I forgot to
remove. Mentally but not physically competent. It is so difficult. They don’t count, and I don’t care.
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