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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"Uncle Silas A Tale of Bartram-Haugh"

What nonsense, cheaile! Can you not think how
many things may 'appen to change a your uncle's plans? Is he not in danger
to be arrest? Bah! You are cheaile still; you cannot have intelligence more
than a cheaile. Dress yourself, and I will order breakfast.'
I could not comprehend the strategy which had been practised on me. Why had
I been so shamelessly deceived? If it were decided that I should remain
here, for what imaginable reason had I been sent so far on my journey to
France? Why had I been conveyed back with such mystery? Why was I removed
to this uncomfortable and desolate room, on the same floor with the
apartment in which Charke had met his death, and with no window commanding
the front of the house, and no view but the deep and weed-choked court,
that looked like a deserted churchyard in a city?
'I suppose I may go to my own room?' I said.
'Not to-day, my dear cheaile, for it was all disarrange when we go 'way;
'twill be ready again in two three days.'
'Where is Mary Quince?' I asked.
'Mary Quince!--she has follow us to France,' said Madame, making what in
Ireland they call a bull.


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