Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 92: what you’re looking at

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86 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. er by his song. My eyes had not deceived me that night long past, and John o’ Comp- ton, the Man of the woods, was a secret visitor to Connington Grange. When he had made an end of his arrange- ments he moved off towards the east end of the house, and, glad that he had not come in my direction, I silently followed him. I was at first possessed by the wild idea of secur- ing the boat and escaping from that dreadful house, to which one more assured terror had now been added, but my reason told me that I was incapable of stemming that furious current, and that if I ventured to attempt it I should infallibly be swept out to sea and drowned. _ I had arrived within a few steps of the cor- ner, which John o’ Compton had already turned, when I heard him retracing his foot; steps. For one instant I stood frozen to the spot in overwhelming fright; and then, with the frenzy of desperation, I turned and sped back along the platform, but to my horror, before I got half-way down the seemingly interminable length of the house, I realized that he was behind me. Fortunately it was comicbooks.com