Thankful's Inheritance by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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it when they stopped short and, clinging to each other, listened.
It was the latch of the kitchen door they heard click now. And the door was opening. In the kitchen they heard the sounds of cautious footsteps, footsteps which entered the dining-room, which came on toward the sitting-room. And a voice, a man's voice, whispered: "I told you so! I--I told you so! I said I see a light. And--and that door was undone and--and--By time! Obed Bangs, you can go on if you want to, but I tell you you're riskin' your life. I--I ain't goin' to stay no longer. I'm goin' to fetch the constable--or--or the minister or somebody. I--" Another voice interrupted. "Shut up! Belay!" it ordered. "If there's anybody or anything in this house we'll have a look at it, that's all. You can go to the minister afterwards, if you want to. Just now you'll come along with me if I have to haul you by the neck. Let's see what's in here." There was a flash of light in the crack of the door leading from the dining-room. That door was thrown open and the light became a blaze from a big lantern held aloft. "Hey! What!" exclaimed the second voice. "Who--women, by the everlastin'!" Mrs. Barnes and Emily clinging to each other, blinked in the lantern light. |
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