ERNESTUS BERCHTOLD.
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But you married; I dreamt of happiness, on Louisa’s birth-day accompanied you to your room, and the demon’s threat I found had indeed been fulfilled. Your mother’s portrait was Matilda’s. Olivieri had seduced, you married a daughter of Matilda, of Matilda’s husband, and I was the murderer of her father.
THE END.
Printed by Strahan and Spottiswoode,
Printers-Street, London.
