Uncle Silas

was at open feud with her, and had only room for the fiercer e

ay in her confide

siness, if she don't mind. Tattling and whispering eternally. It's not about her own business she's a-talking. Madame de la Rougepot, I call her. She does know how to paint up to the ninety-nines - she does, the old cat. I beg your pardon, Miss, but that she is - a devil, and no mistake. I found her out first by her thieving the Master's gin, that the doctor ordered him, and filling the decanter up with water -

d. I was always afraid of her concealing herself in my room, and emerging at night to scare me. She began sometimes to mingle in

her had indicated in so odd a way to me. I felt that we were about some contraband practice. There was a key in the door, which I experienced a guilty horror at turning, she whispering in the same unintelligible way, all the time, at my ear. I did turn it; the door opened quite softly, and withi

ed and feared her. They fancied that she was making good her footing with "the Master;" and that she would then oust Mrs. Rusk - per

- called in at Knowl. I and Catherine Jones were in the court when

; and just as he began his display - an interesting matter in a quiet country house - Madame came upon

vary well," and looked for the

ine, run and tell Mrs. Rusk. She wants s

lingering look, depar

ng here my purse, I forgot on the table in

rted with me. But when the coveted opportunity came, the pedlar was quite impenetrable. "He forgot everything; he did not believe as he ever saw the lady before. He called a Frenchwoman all

d neither Mrs. Rusk nor Catherine Jones spent six

her, when alone with him, and pretending to look at his stock, with her face almost buried in his silks and Welsh lin

so much as before. She had been, indeed, more than usually thoughtful, very little talkative, and troubled me hardly at all about French and other accomplishments. A walk was a part of our da

o rest on a stile before we had got half-way; and there she intoned, with a dism

e afraid, and viewed her aloof; And women feared her and stood afar. She could do without sleep for a year and a day; She could sleep like a corpse, for a month and more. No one knew how this lady fed - On acorns or on flesh. Some say that she's one of the swin

as she to loiter. I therefore showed no signs of impatience, and I saw her consult her watch in the cours

ce once or twice, as before, toward the village of Trillsworth, which lay in front, a little to our left, a

hat a smo

Madame; there is a r

, so near! I did not

, and sile

y a bright, winding rill, rise from the sward the ruins of a small abbey, with a few solemn trees scattered round. The crows' nests hung u

a long breat

n, cheaile - come do

surrounding world, and the scene grew more sa

ad, cheaile? I will teach you to love them. You shall see me die her

churchyard wall with a stile, reached by a couple of steppi

Come cross quickily! I am Madame la Morgue - Mrs. Deadhouse! I will present you my friends, Monsieur Cadavre and Monsieur Squelette. Come, come, leetle mortal, let us play, Oua

said, disengaging my hand with a viole

see, we are already in shade. The sun he is setting soon

rvous; and through my fear was that indignation at her extravagances which

gis. Over the stile she strode, and I saw her head wagging, and heard her sing some of her ill-omened rhymes, as sh