Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 217: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Halt. | 211 speeding towards-us, its garments fluttering in the brisk sea breeze. “Bah ! ’tis only a woman,” said another, and the march was resumed. Nearer and nearer she came, until she was absorbed into the ranks of the advance guard, some hundred yards ahead. ‘Wha is’t? Wha is’t? Let me gang till him,” I heard her saying eagerly to the men who were conducting her back to the main body, and I knew the voice to be old Meg’s. «* Wha are ye, my mon?” she said, making straight for me, and quite disregarding the officers. “Why, Meg!’ I said. ‘‘ Don’t you know me? Ralph Roanoke,” “Ralph!” she cried wildly, raising her clasped hands. ‘‘Ralph! Gude be praised, ye hae come at last. I micht ha suspeckit it. Ye’ll mind the clatter o’ the causey, dinna ye laddie. Aweel, its aye been drawin’ nearer, nearer, nearer, year by year. A week sin’ syne it came frae the foothills, and a’ the nicht ’twas on the verra causey, and whan I heard ye comin’ to the hoose itsel’ I kenned weel that the weird was dree’d, and I hae fled comichbooks.com