Ambrosio took down a Volume, and seated himself by the Table: But his attention wandered from the Pages before him.

Antonia's image and that of the murdered Elvira persisted to force themselves before his imagination.

Still He continued to read, though his eyes ran over the characters without his mind being conscious of their import.

Such was his occupation, when He fancied that He heard a footstep.

He turned his head, but nobody was to be seen.
He resumed his Book; But in a few minutes after the same sound was repeated, and followed by a rustling noise close behind him.