shuddered at the desolate aspect of the mansion; descending from the
cab, she approached the door with trembling knees, and rang the bell.
Three times did the bell ring with a dull, heavy sound, seeming to
participate, in the general sadness, before the concierge appeared and
peeped through the door, which he opened just wide enough to allow his
words to be heard. He saw a lady, a fashionable, elegantly dressed lady,
and yet the door remained almost closed.
"Do you intend opening the door?" said the baroness.
"First, madame, who are you?"
"Who am I? You know me well enough."
"We no longer know any one, madame."
"You must be mad, my friend," said the baroness.
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