Widow Anne, go home," he turned angrily on the old creature, who was now trembling after her burst of rage, "and don't dare to come here again until you ask pardon for what you have said." "I want to be near my poor boy's corp," wailed Widow Anne, "and I'm very sorry, Perfesser.

I didn't mean to--" "But you have, you witch.

Go away!" and he stamped.
But by this time Lucy had recovered her self-possession, which had been sorely shaken by the sight of the dead.

"Leave her to me," she observed, taking Mrs.Bolton's arm, and leading her towards the stairs.

"I shall take her to my room and give her some brandy.