Timothy Ott

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Alone in so dismal a place, her mind imprinted with all the terrible events of the day, hopeless of escaping, expecting every moment the arrival of Manfred, and far from tranquil on knowing she was within reach of somebody, she knew not whom, who for some cause seemed concealed there-abouts, all these thoughts crowded on her distracted mind, and she was ready to sink under her apprehensions.
The Castle of Otranto
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