Two Ghostly Mysteries - A Chapter in the History of a Tyrone Family; and the Murdered Cousin by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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door again upon the outside.
"Whom have you there?" inquired I, making a strong effort to appear calm. "Perhaps," said he musingly, "you might have some objection to seeing her, at least for a time." "Who is it?" repeated I. "Why," said he, "I see no use in hiding it--the blind Dutchwoman; I have been with her the whole morning. She is very anxious to get out of that closet, but you know she is odd, she is scarcely to be trusted." A heavy gust of wind shook the door at this moment with a sound as if something more substantial were pushing against it. "Ha, ha, ha!--do you hear her," said he, with an obstreperous burst of laughter. The wind died away in a long howl, and Lord Glenfallen, suddenly checking his merriment, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered-- "Poor devil, she has been hardly used." "We had better not tease her at present with questions," said I, in as unconcerned a tone as I could assume, although I felt every moment as if I should faint. "Humph! may be so," said he, "well, come back in an hour or two, or |
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