The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Twelve

“Thou dost tremble: methinks, fear should dissolve thee into air.”

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The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Eleven

“You would prate, sir? This is a true-love knot / Sent from the Duke of Florence.”