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He knew that this was a chapel, and what more likely than that the vault beneath might be the abiding place of the dead of those who had occupied this old place in the past; and, mingled with this, Adela's words would come back about the place being haunted. "Bah!" he exclaimed at last. "What a fool you are, Hil!"
"A nice Tom o' Bedlam I must have looked," he said to himself. "No wonder she didn't know me." "Hil! Hil!" "Ahoy!" he shouted, scrambling up to the window and slipping down again, to try the next time more carefully and on regaining the window-sill there was the bright, eager-looking girl beneath, with a jug of milk and a great piece of bread.
"Do come, Hil," she said again, as if she were reading his hesitation. "Papa will be so pleased." "And try his best to make me turn traitor," thought Hilary. "No," he exclaimed, "I cannot do it, Addy; and I'm sure you would not wish me to break faith with those to whom I owe duty. I should like to come, but ah, Sir Henry, you there?"
"I guess if I've lived in a place over sixty year an' hil' my own, I can yet," said Lothrop, quietly. "You don't want to ride too long, Lucindy. You'll be lame to-morrer." "I didn't suppose 'twould jounce so," said Lucindy; "but it's proper nice. I don't know what 'twould be on a real high horse. Well, good-by!" She turned the horse about, and involuntarily struck him with her little switch.
And although it stand in 28 degrees which is as hote in January, as it is in England at Midsommer, yet is the top of the said hil Winter and Sommer seldome without snow. In this Iland about two leagues from the said Santa Cruz is a citie called Anagona.
"But I want you to come," cried Adela, with the wayward tyranny of a child. "It seems so stupid for you to be shut up there like a wild beast in a cage. Oh, Hil, you must come on our side! Do!" "Adela! Adela!" cried an imperious voice. "Yes, papa, I am coming," she cried; and looking up quickly at the prisoner, she nodded and laughed, and the next moment she had disappeared.
"But, no!" he suddenly said, "Hilary he would be Dandy, bic-ause he's call' the ladies' man!" "No, sir!" cried the General. "Hil " He turned upon his nephew, but finding him engaged with Anna, faced round to his chum: "For Heaven's sake, Greenleaf, does he allow ?" "He can't help it now," laughed his friend, "he's tagged it on himself by one of his songs."
"On Thursday last past, being ye 19 Sep'tr, A.D. 1774, was interr'd ye bodie off onne Matthewe Haygarthe, ag'd foure yeres, remoov'd fromm ye Churcheyarde off St. Marie, under ye hil, Spotswolde, in this Co. Pade forr so doeing, sevven shill." After having inspected the register, I asked many further questions, but without eliciting much further information.
"This was all I could get now, Hil," she said, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "All!" he cried. "New bread and new milk! Oh, Addy, it's lovely! There's nothing I like better for breakfast, and our cow on board won't milk and our oven won't bake. Give us hold: I'm ravenous for the feast."
"I say, Addy, dear, how about that milk?" "That's what I was thinking," said the girl; "I can't push that up to you on the stick." "No," said Hilary, munching away. "What are we to do?" "I don't know, Hil." "I do."
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