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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh"


'I did not intend to talk about him, but now I _will_. I'll talk away just
whatever I like; and I'll stay here just as long as you let me, Maud, and
you need not be one atom afraid of him. Our intercourse to an "immediate
close," indeed! I only wish he were here. He should hear something!'
And Cousin Monica drank off her entire cup of tea at one draught, and then
she said, more in her own way--
'I'm better!' and drew a long breath, and then she laughed a little in a
waggish defiance. 'I wish we had him here, Maud, and _would_ not we give
him a bit of our minds! And this before the poor will is so much as
proved!'
'I am almost glad he wrote that postscript; for although I don't think he
has any authority in that matter while I am under my own roof,' I said,
extemporising a legal opinion, 'and, therefore, shan't obey him, it has
somehow opened my eyes to my real situation.'
I sighed, I believe, very desolately, for Lady Knollys came over and kissed
me very gently and affectionately.
'It really seems, Maud, as if he had a supernatural sense, and heard things
through the air over fifty miles of heath and hill.


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