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"Lord, no! I only meant," he explained, with a faint tinge of impatience, "is there any legend, any tradition, as to that?" "Not that I know of," she answered; but the impulse to add, "What makes you ask?" was checked by the reappearance of the parlor maid with tea and a second lamp. LORD NO I ONLY MEANT HE EXCLAIMED WITH A FAINT TINGE OF IMPATIENCE IS THERE ANY LEGEND ANY TRADITION AS TO THAT NOT THAT I KNOW OF SHE ANSWERED BUT THE IMPULSE TO ADD WHAT MAKES YOU ASK WAS CHECKED BY THE REAPPEARANCE OF THE PARLOR MAID WITH TEA AND A SECOND LAMP
s as he turned over the letters. "Given up trying to see the ghost." Her heart beat a little at the experiment she was making. Her husband, laying his letters aside, moved away into the shadow of the hearth. "I never tried," he said, tearing open the wrapper of a newspaper. "Well, of course," Mary persisted, "the exasperating thing is that there's no use trying, since one can't be sure till so long afterward." He was unfolding the paper as if he had hardly heard her; but after a pause, during which the sheets rustled spasmodically between his hands, he lifted his head to say abruptly, "Have you any idea how long?" Mary had sunk into a low chair beside the fireplace. From her seat she looked up, startled, at her husband's profile, which was darkly projected against the circle of lamplight. "No; none. Have YOU?" she retorted, repeating her former phrase with an added keenness of intention. Boyne crumpled the paper into a bunch, and then inconsequently turned back with it toward the lamp. THE LIGHT BRINGING OUT THE SHARP STAMP OF WORRY BETWEEN HIS BROWS AS HE TURNED OVER THE LETTERS GIVEN UP TRYING TO SEE THE GHOST HER HEART BEAT A LITTLE AT THE EXPERIMENT SHE WAS MAKING HER HUSBAND LAYING HIS LETTERS ASIDE MOVED AWAY INTO THE SHADOW OF THE HEARTH I NEVER TRIED HE SAID TEARING OPEN THE WRAPPER OF A NEWSPAPER WELL OF COURSE MARY PERSISTED THE EXASPERATING THING IS THAT THERE'S NO USE TRYING SINCE ONE CAN'T BE SURE TILL SO LONG AFTERWARD HE WAS UNFOLDING THE PAPER AS IF HE HAD HARDLY HEARD HER BUT AFTER A PAUSE DURING WHICH THE SHEETS RUSTLED SPASMODICALLY BETWEEN HIS HANDS HE LOOKED UP TO ASK HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW LONG MARY HAD SUNK INTO A LOW CHAIR BESIDE THE FIREPLACE FROM HER SEAT SHE GLANCED OVER STARTLED AT HER HUSBAND'S PROFILE WHICH WAS PROJECTED AGAINST THE CIRCLE OF LAMPLIGHT NO NONE HAVE YOU SHE RETORTED REPEATING HER FORMER PHRASE WITH AN ADDED STRESS OF INTENTION BOYNE CRUMPLED THE PAPER INTO A BUNCH AND THEN INCONSEQUENTLY TURNED BACK WITH IT TOWARD THE LAMP
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