Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 62: what you’re looking at

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56 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. into confidence by her kindly voice and man- ner. ‘‘He’s dead, you know. Iam Ralph, and I’ve come to—” - . “‘Wheer’s your grandmither ?” she said on a sudden, interrupting me. ‘She is dead,” I answered, with a sigh. “‘Deid! Deid! Deary me, deary me! And puir Hetty’s deid. Weel, weel, it’s a sair waurld, my masters. And what for cam’ ye here? But there, ne’er heed, ne’er heed. Ye’re geyan sleepy the noo’; ye sall tell me the morn’s morn.” “*Can I not see my great-grandfather— Mr. Ashland ?” I asked, as she showed signs of hastening me off to my bed without further words. **See him?” she exclaimed, with a wonder I could not comprehend. ‘‘ What for wad ye see him? Na, na, ye’ll not see him the nicht. It’s no muckle he kens—” Suddenly she stopped in the very flow of her gossip, and her whole figure stiffened, as she listened with uplifted finger and pale, awe-struck face. ‘“‘Theer again,” she said, in a horrified whisper. ‘Theer again. Hark till’t. Hark comicbhooks.com