She eat heartily, and slept soundly, and as yet had never seen the devil.

Therefore such terrors as she that night experienced were new to her, and I can't reasonably doubt the truth of her narrative.

Awaking suddenly in the night, she saw a light in the room, and heard a quiet rustling going on in the corner, where the old white-painted press showed its front from the wall.

So Moggy popped her head through her thin curtains at the side, and--blessed hour!--there she saw the shape of a man looking into the press, the doors being wide open, and the appearance of a key in the lock.
The shape was very like her master.

The saints between us and harm! The glow was reflected back from the interior of the press, and showed the front part of the figure in profile with a sharp line of light.