Not Pretty, but Precious by Unknown
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Mr. H---- looked over the papers which had been found in the cupboard, and
which Miss Sophonisba had brought with her. "This is undoubtedly Doctor Haywood's writing," he said at last. "I have a book purchased of him by my grandfather, and which has marginal notes in the same hand." "What shall we do, sir?" asked Miss Sophonisba. "If I were you I should leave the house as soon as possible. If there is anything in the air which induces such--" Mr. H---- hesitated for a word--"sensations as these, it would be better to go." "Sensations!" said Miss Sophonisba, almost indignant. "I tell you I saw it myself; and what made the wet spot on Faithful's cape, and the rest?" "I can't undertake to say, Miss T----; but if you like I will just come up to-morrow, and we will look into the matter a little. My cousin, Lieutenant V----, is here from his ship, and he will assist me. And meantime you had best stay here to-night: my sister will be very glad to see you." Miss H---- was a particular friend of the sisters, but she could not but feel a little curious to know the object of their visit. Miss Sophonisba would have kept the matter to herself, but Miss Faithful, in her excitement, could not but tell the story of their experiences. Miss H----, however, was a discreet woman, and kept the tale to herself. The next evening the clergyman, his cousin the lieutenant and Miss Sophonisba went quietly about dusk to the old house. They went down into the cellar, and the drag which the sailor had constructed brought up some bleached bones, and at the second cast a skeleton hand and a skull. As the |
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