You shall see the dark spots on the hearth, which I took to be your blood." "If not mine, it was blood spilt by my father," said Alizon, with a shudder.
Was it fancy, or did a low groan break upon her ear?
It must be imaginary, for Mistress Nutter seemed unconscious of the dismal sound.
It was now growing rapidly dark, and the more distant objects in the room were wrapped in obscurity; but Alizon's gaze rested on the two monkish figures supporting the wardrobe.
"Look there, mother," she said to Mistress Nutter.
"Where ?" cried the lady, turning round quickly, "Ah! I see.

You alarm yourself needlessly, my child.

Those are only carved figures of two brethren of the Abbey.

They are said, I know not with what truth--to be statues of John Paslew and Borlace Alvetham." "I thought they stirred," said Alizon.
"It was mere fancy," replied Mistress Nutter.

"Calm yourself, sweet child.