15/25 I'm sorry I disturbed you.' 'Oh, God confound you, Mr.Lockwood! I wish you were at the--' commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady. 'And who showed you up into this room ?' he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. 'Who was it? 'I should not care if you did, Mr. I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my expense. |