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said that oaths and cursings and the sound of violent blows, used to ring through that old garret, and mingled with wailings and groans of despair. Once, when Le- gree chanced to overhear something of this kind, he flew into a violent passion, and swore that the next one that told stories about that garret should have an op- portunity of knowing what was there, for he would chain them up there for a week. This hint was enough to repress talking, though, of course, it did not dis- turb the credit of the story in the least. Gradually, the staircase that led to the garret, and even the passage-way to the staircase, were avoided by every one in the house, from every one fearing to speak of it, and the legend was gradually falling into desuetude. It had suddenly occurred to Cassy to make use of the superstitious excitability, which was so great in Legree, for the purpose of her liberation, and that of her fellow sufferer. The sleeping-room of Cassy was directly under the garret. One day, without consulting Legree, she suddenly took it upon her, with some considerable ostenta- tion, to change all the furniture and appurtenances of the room to one at some con- siderable distance. The under-servants, who were called on to effect this movement, were running and bustling about with great zeal and confusion, when Legree returned from a ride. “Hallo! you Cass!” said Legree, “what’s in the wind now?” “Nothing; only I choose to have another room,” said Cassy, doggedly. “And what for, pray?” said Legree. |
