Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 59: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 53 A few steps brought me to the door itself. I shouted, and my voice rang hollow in the vault above. I hammered with the handle . of my whip, while my horse whinnied and stamped impatiently, until at length I heard a step approaching on the other side. ‘Wha are ye, and what will ye be wantin’ here at siccan an hour of the nicht?” said the voice of an old woman, whose cautiousness as well as her accent betrayed her Scotch origin. oe “T am Ralph Roanoke,” I said, ‘“‘and I want admittance.” ** Roanoke!” she said; ‘“‘ Roanoke !”? What will a Roanoke be makin’ here?” ‘*Open the door, my good woman,” I cried. ‘*My horse and I are both perished with travel, hunger, and wet.” “Ye’ll be but young by the vice 0’ ye,” she went on, in reflective soliloquy. ‘‘Ower young for guile, and sae I’ll ’een open till ye, though Jamie fash his thoomb for’t.” Even as she spoke I heard the creaking of a rusty lock, the rattle of bolts, and the clank of chains. The door was well secured, judg- ing by the time it took to unfasten it, and comichbooks.com