Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 61: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 55 her footsteps had died away, was the deathly silence of the place. Beyond the murmur of the flames on the hearth before me not a sound was to be heard. The night-wind wailed without at long in- tervals, but within all was wrapped in utter silence, so complete that I heard her return- ing along the echoing passages long before she re-entered the room. “It’s but a puir sooper ye'll get the nicht, I’m fearin’,” she began as soon as she was within hearing; but she placed some cold meat, bread and cheese, and a jug of small beer upon the table, and I fell to with the ravenous hunger engendered by my long and anxious ride. She stood leaning her hands on the board opposite me, and closely regard- ing me by the light of the solitary candle _that burned by my side, while she deftly helped me to one thing and- another as I had need of it. “‘Sae ye’re a Roanoke,” she said, when I had finished my meal. ‘1 wud hae kent ye onywheer by the broo o’ ye. Who’s son wull - ye be noo?” ée Allan Roanoke’s,” I answered, charmed ( 1) ¢ | © comichbooks.com