Chapter 56 No.56

A heavy tramp, a murmuring sound,

Low mingling with the murmuring rain,-

Heard in the wind and in the ground,-

Came up the street-a tide of pain,

In which the angry din was drowned.

The leaders of the tumult fled;

The door flew open with a crash;

And down the street wild Mildred sped,

Piercing the darkness like a flash,

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