An' aa saw theer t' bogle,--thee knaws, t' bogle o' Bleacliff Tarn; an' she turned hersel, an' she spoak to me!' She uttered the last words with a grim emphasis, dwelling on each, the whole life of the wasted face concentrated in the terrible black eyes, which gazed past the two figures within their immediate range into a vacancy peopled with horror.

Then a film came over, them, the grip relaxed, and she fell back with a lurch of the rocking-chair in a dead swoon.
With the help of the neighbor from next door, Jim got her up-stairs into the room that had been hers.

She awoke from her swoon only to fall into the torpid sleep of exhaustion, which lasted for twelve hours.
'Keep her oot o' ma way,' said the father with an oath to Jim, 'or aa'll not answer nayther for her nor me!' She needed no telling.

She soon crept down-stairs again, and went to the task of house-cleaning.

The two men lived in the kitchen as before; when they were at home she ate and sat in the parlor alone.