Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 63: what you’re looking at

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~. Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 57 till’t. It’s aye coomin’ nearer—nearer— nearer.” She uttered these last words with such prolonged, blood-chilling emphasis that I cried aloud : ‘““What? What is it? What’s the mat- ter ?” ‘¢Maitter! Dinna ye hear’t? Hearken, a whylock ! hearken, mon.” She dragged me wildly to the window near the door, and flinging it wide open, once more bade me listen. At first I only heard the slapping of the waves against the platform without, and the whisper of the winds; but, after a time, through and above these I heard a faint, far- away sound—‘“Clop, clop, clop. Clop, clop, clop. Clop, clop, clop.” ‘‘ Why,” I exclaimed, “it is only some belated horseman, whose steed has fallen lame, riding slowly homeward along a stony road.” “* Stany, is’t ?” she said, glancing strangely upon me. ‘“Stany! Evensae. That’s nae _mortal horseman, nor nae mortal road. Aften I hear it in the nicht-watches through the eoues. Soe. comichbooks.com