oatstrandedonadesolatecoast;tothecoldandghastlymoonglangthroughbarsofcloudatawreckjustsinking.

    Iottellwhatsehauhequitesolitarychurchyard,withitsinscribedheadstosgate,itstwotrees,itslowhorizon,girdledbyabrokenwall,anditsnewly-risencrest,attestingthehourofeventide.

    Thetwoshipsbecalmedonatorpidsea,Ibelievedtobemarinephantoms.

    Thefiendpinningdowhief’spackbehindhim,Ipassedoverquickly:itwasaofterror.

    Sowastheblackhorhiedaloofonarock,surveyingadistantcrowdsurroundingagallows.

    Eachpicturetoldastory;mysteriousoftentomyundevelopeduandingandimperfectfeelings,yeteverprofoundlyiing:asiingasthetalesBessiesometimesnarratedonwinterevenings,whenshecedtobeingoodhumour;andwhen,havingbroughtherironing-tabletothenurseryhearth,sheallowedustositaboutit,andwhileshegotupMrs.Reed’slacefrills,andcrimpedhernightcapborders,federattentionwithpassagesofloveandadveakenfromoldfairytalesandotherballads;or(asatalaterperiodIdiscovered)fromthepagesofPamela,andHenry,EarlofMoreland.

    WithBewiyknee,Iwasthenhappy:happyatleastinmyway.Ifearednothingbutinterruption,andthatcametoosoon.Thebreakfast-roomdooropened.

    “Boh!MadamMope!”criedthevoiceofJohhenhepaused:hefoundtheroomapparey.

    “Wherethedisisshe!”hetinued.“Lizzy!Gey!(callingtohissisters)Joanisellmamasheisrunoutintotherain—badanimal!”

    “ItiswellIdrewthecurtain,”thoughtI;andIwishedferventlyhemightnotdisyhiding-plaorwouldJohnReedhavefounditouthimself;hewasnotquickeitherofvisionorception;butElizajustputherheadi