Also, if her unquiet spirit still haunts the place, as many say, I know not why it should speak with the voice of a man." "Perhaps it was the monk Edward's voice that Bridget heard," replied the sister, "for no doubt he still hangs about her skirts as he did in life, if all tales are true.

Well, Mistress Emlyn says that she does not mind ghosts, and I can well believe it, for she is a witch's daughter, and has a strange look in her eyes.

Did you ever see such bold eyes, Mother?
However it may be, I hate ghosts, and rather would I pass a month on bread and water than be alone in that chapel at or after sundown.

My back creeps to think of it, for they say that the unhallowed babe walks too, and gibbers round the font seeking baptism--ugh!" and she shuddered.
"Peace, sister, peace to your goblin talk," said Mother Matilda again.
"Let us think of holier things lest the foul fiend draw near to us." That night, about one in the morning, the foul fiend drew very near to Blossholme, and he came in the shape of fire.

Suddenly the nuns were aroused from their beds by the sound of bells tolling wildly.