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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh"

As he did so
he uttered a few of those inarticulate interjections which are made with
closed lips, and not always intelligible; but he made no remark.
Then he placed me on a chair beside him, and sitting down himself, told
me to recollect myself, and tell him distinctly all I had seen. This
accordingly I did, he listening with deep attention.
'Did she remove any paper?' asked my father, at the same time making a
little search, I suppose, for that which he fancied might have been stolen.
'No; I did not see her take anything.'
'Well, you are a good girl, Maud. Act discreetly. Say nothing to
anyone--not even to your cousin Monica.'
Directions which, coming from another person would have had no great
weight, were spoken by my father with an earnest look and a weight of
emphasis that made them irresistibly impressive, and I went away with the
seal of silence upon my lips.
'Sit down, Maud, _there_. You have not been very happy with Madame de la
Rougierre. It is time you were relieved. This occurrence decides it.'
He rang the bell.
'Tell Madame de la Rougierre that I request the honour of seeing her for a
few minutes here.


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