The Widowed Bride — page 107: what you’re looking at

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§8 | THE WIDOWED BRIDE. when she assumed the duties of a guide to any one who de- sired to see Glenhampton Castle. ‘‘It’s the ghost of Lady Beatrix Arden, who died the night afore her bridal, and was ‘said to be murdered by the jealousy of her younger sister as loved the gentleman, too, and walks, half dressed in black, with her ’air streamin’ down her back, anda red gash h’across her throat « ‘Hush, hush, Wadesleigh!” interrupted Lady Blanche, with a slight shiver; ; “‘what absurd nonsense all that is?” ‘‘Habsurd or not habsurd, my lady,” said Mrs. Wades- leigh, somewhat affronted. «Dye spoken with them as has seen the happarition there themselves!” ‘‘But you never saw it yourself?” ‘‘No. But that’s no reason why I never shall, my lady.” She was leading the way across the oblong gallery which connects the modern portion of the castle with the frowning turrets of the eastern tower, whose square, glowing propor- tions, destitute of the least effort at ornament, contrasted strongly with the elaborate architecture of the former. ‘This is the hapartment,” she said, in a low tone, as she fitted a huge rusty-looking key into its niche, ‘‘where Mr. Hunsworth’s corpse was took, when they brought it in, and—— She utter ed a loud shriek, and nearly fell back wpon the girls, for as the great door swung slowly back, a tall, black figure swept across the twilight darkness of the shuttered room, and vanished at the opposite door. “<Tt’s the ghost! it’s the ghost!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, Lady Blanche! them as doubts the supernatural halways has haw- ful warnin’s! You'll believe me now; but I do ’ope it don’t mean no ill-luck to the family.” “Nonsense!” said Lady Blanche, courageously, although Rena stood still, with a pale - cheek and a beating heart; ‘its only Miss Clive. Mamma says she often comes here to the place where her lover lay before his remains were committed to the burial-ground.” ‘She must ha’ come through the keyhole, then,” said Mrs. Wadesleigh, incredulously, ‘‘for I keeps the keys in my own recom, safe and secure, where no mortal bein’ could get at ’em.’ ‘She has a key to the little postern—that’s how it hap- pens. 20) no, Wadesleigh, your ghost won't bear inspec- tion.” comicbooks