Uncle Silas - A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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'I don't know whether he came or no,' she replied; 'but what makes you take that in your head?' 'A chaise arrived here between two and three o'clock last night.' 'Hey! and who told you?' Milly seemed all on a sudden highly interested. 'I saw it, Milly; and some one, I fancy the doctor, came from it into the house.' 'Fudge, lass! who'd send for the doctor? 'Twasn't he, I tell you. What was he like?' said Milly. 'I could only see clearly that he, or _she_, was tall, and wore a cloak,' I replied. 'Then 'twasn't him nor t'other I was thinking on, neither; and I'll be hanged but I think it will be Cormoran,' cried Milly, with a thoughtful rap with her knuckle on the table. Precisely at this juncture a tapping came to the door. 'Come in,' said I. And old L'Amour entered the room, with a courtesy. 'I came to tell Miss Quince her breakfast's ready,' said the old lady. 'Who came in the chaise, L'Amour?' demanded Milly. |
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