tell the Governor, and he thinks Governor won't give him his way with you.
I hate that Pegtop: he stopped me o' riding the cows a year ago, he did.'

I thought Pegtop might have done worse. Indeed it was plain that a total
reformation was needed here; and I was glad to find that poor Milly seemed
herself conscious of it; and that her resolution to become more like other
people of her station was not a mere spasm of mortification and jealousy,
but a genuine and very zealous resolve.

I had not half seen this old house of Bartram-Haugh yet. At first, indeed,
I had but an imperfect idea of its extent. There was a range of rooms along
one side of the great gallery, with closed window-shutters, and the doors
generally locked. Old L'Amour grew cross when we went into them, although
we could see nothing; and Milly was afraid to open the windows--not that
any Bluebeard revelations were apprehended, but simply because she knew
that Uncle Silas's order was that things should be left undisturbed; and
this boisterous spirit stood in awe of him to a degree which his gentle
manners and apparent quietude rendered quite surprising.

There were in this house, what certainly did not exist at Knowl, and what
I have never observed, thought they may possibly be found in other old
houses--I mean, here and there, very high hatches, which we could only
peep over by jumping in the air. They crossed the long corridors and great
galleries; and several of them were turned across and locked, so as to
intercept the passage, and interrupt our explorations.

Milly, however, knew a queer little, very steep and dark back stair, which
reached the upper floor; so she and I mounted, and made a long ramble
through rooms much lower and ruder in finish than the lordly chambers we
had left below. These commanded various views of the beautiful though