[The House by the Church-Yard by J. Sheridan Le Fanu]@TWC D-Link bookThe House by the Church-Yard CHAPTER LXXVI 3/7
And as she stood she laughed a sort of shuddering laugh, like a person who had just had a plunge in cold water. 'Stop that noise,' said she, recognising Betty, who saw her with unspeakable terror.
'I'm the lady that came here, you know, some months ago, with Mrs.Macnamara; and I'm Mrs.Nutter, which the woman up stairs _is not_.
I'm Mrs.Nutter, and _you're my_ servants, do ye mind? and I'll act a fair mistress by you, if you do me honest service.
Open the hall-door,' she said to the man, who was by this time also in the room. And forth he went to do her bidding, and a gentleman, who turned out to be that respectable pillar of the law whom Mr.Gamble in the morning had referred to as 'Dirty Davy,' entered.
He was followed by Mrs.Mary Matchwell's maid, a giggling, cat-like gipsy, with a lot of gaudy finery about her, and a withered, devilment leering in her face; and a hackney-coach drove up to the door, which had conveyed the party from town; and the driver railing in loud tones, after the manner of his kind in old times, at all things, reeking of whiskey and stale tobacco, and cursing freely, pitched in several trunks, one after the other; and, in fact, it became perfectly clear that M.M.was taking possession.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|