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should believe you really were that withered hag, and I should
think I was under Penistone Crag; and I’m conscious it’s night,
and there are two candles on the table making the black press
shine like jet.”

“The black press? where is that?” I asked. “You are talking in
your sleep!”

“It’s against the wall, as it always is,” she replied. “It does
appear odd--I see a face in it!”

“There is no press in the room, and never was,” said I,
resuming my seat, and looping up the curtain that I might watch
her.

“Don’t you see that face?” she inquired, gazing earnestly at the
mirror.

And say what I could, I was incapable of making her
comprehend it to be her own; so I rose and covered it with a
shawl.

“It’s behind there still!” she pursued anxiously. “And it stirred.
Who is it? I hope it will not come out when you are gone! Oh!
Nelly, the room is haunted! I’m afraid of being alone!”

I took her hand in mine, and bid her be composed; for a
succession of shudders convulsed her frame, and she would keep
straining her gaze towards the glass.

“There’s nobody here!” I insisted. “It was yourself, Mrs.
Linton,--you knew it a while since.”

“Myself!” she gasped, “and the clock is striking twelve! It’s true,
then! That’s dreadful!”

Her fingers clutched the clothes, and gathered them over her
eyes. I attempted to steal to the door with an intention of calling
her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek--the


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