'No, Milly, you could not see it: the floor is too dark, and it's all in
shadow. It must be fancy; and perhaps, after all, this is not the room.'
'Well--I think, I'm _sure_ it _is_. Stand--just look.'
'We'll come in the morning, and if you are right we can see it better then.
Come away,' I said, growing frightened.
And just as we stood up to depart, the white high-cauled cap and large
sallow features of old L'Amour peeped in at the door.
'Lawk! what brings you here?' cried Milly, nearly as much startled as I at
the intrusion.
'What brings _you_ here, miss?' whistled L'Amour through her gums.
'We're looking where Charke cut his throat,' replied Milly.
'Charke the devil!' said the old woman, with an odd mixture of scorn and
fury. ''Tisn't his room; and come ye out of it, please. Master won't like
when he hears how you keep pulling Miss Maud from one room to another, all
through the house, up and down.'
She was gabbling sternly enough, but dropped a low courtesy as I passed
her, and with a peaked and nodding stare round the room, the old woman
clapped the door sharply, and locked it.
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