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“I won’t go!” said Legree, with an oath. “Why not? There an’t any such thing as ghosts, you know! Come!” and Cassy flitted up the winding stairway, laughing, and looking back after him. “Come on.” “I believe you are the devil!” said Legree. “Come back, you hag,- come back, Cass! You shan’t go!” But Cassy laughed wildly, and fled on. He heard her open the entry doors that led to the garret. A wild gust of wind swept down, extinguishing the candle he held in his hand, and with it the fearful, unearthly screams; they seemed to be shrieked in his very ear. Legree fled frantically into the parlor, whither, in a few moments, he was fol- lowed by Cassy, pale, calm, cold as an avenging spirit, and with that same fearful light in her eye. “I hope you are satisfied,” said she. “Blast you, Cass!” said Legree. “What for?” said Cassy. “I only went up and shut the doors. What’s the matter with that garret, Simon, do you suppose?” said she. “None of your business!” said Legree. “O, it an’t? Well,” said Cassy, “at any rate, I’m glad I don’t sleep under it.” |
