[The House by the Church-Yard by J. Sheridan Le Fanu]@TWC D-Link bookThe House by the Church-Yard CHAPTER LXXIII 6/6
There's the servant up at the window there--but you must not make a noise; Mrs.Nutter, poor woman, is sick and hypochondriac, and can't bear a noise; but I'll permit the service of the notices, because, you see, we can afford to snap our fingers at you.
I say, Moggy, open a bit of that window, and take in the papers that this gentleman will hand you.
_There_, Sir, on the end of your cane, if you please--very good.' ''Twill do, she has them.
Thank you, Miss,' said the legal practitioner, with a grin.
'Now, Ma'am, we'd best go to the Prerogative Court.' Mary Matchwell laughed one of her pale malevolent laughs up at the maid in the window, who stood there, with the papers in her hand, in a sort of horror. 'Never mind,' said Mary Matchwell, to herself, and, getting swiftly into the coach, she gleamed another ugly smile up at the window of The Mills, as she adjusted her black attire. 'To the Prerogative Court,' said the attorney to the coachman. 'In that house I'll lie to-night,' said Mary Matchwell, with a terrible mildness, as they drove away, still glancing back upon it, with her peculiar smile; and then she leaned back, with a sneer of superiority on her pallid features, and the dismal fatigue of the spirit that rests not, looked savagely out from the deep, haggard windows of her eyes. When Toole saw the vehicle fairly off, you may be sure he did not lose time in getting into the house, and there conning over the papers, which puzzled him unspeakably..
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|