’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. White gasped, and then stiffened. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. Mercifully, the Peters had moved to Rhode Island about six months after the tragedy.
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