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Legree stamped his foot, and swore violently. “Don’t swear,” said Cassy; “nobody knows who may be hearing you. Hark! What was that!” “What?” said Legree, starting. A heavy old Dutch clock, that stood in the corner of the room, began, and slowly struck twelve. For some reason or other, Legree neither spoke nor moved; a vague horror fell on him; while Cassy, with a keen, sneering glitter in her eyes, stood looking at him, counting the strokes. “Twelve o’clock; well, now we’ll see,” said she, turning, and opening the door into the passage-way, and standing as if listening. “Hark! What’s that?” said she, raising her finger. “It’s only the wind,” said Legree. “Don’t you hear how cursedly it blows?” “Simon, come here,” said Cassy, in a whisper, laying her hands on his, and leading him to the foot of the stairs: “do you know what that is? Hark!” A wild shriek came pealing down the stairway. It came from the garret. Le- gree’s knees knocked together; his face grew white with fear. “Hadn’t you better get your pistols?” said Cassy, with a sneer that froze Le- gree’s blood. “It’s time this thing was looked into, you know. I’d like to have you go up now; they’re at it.” |
