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He could not hear the exact date of her death, but he learnt with certainty that she was dead had died, at Geneva I think, some time in the month of March in the previous year; the same month, March '55, in which I had twice seen the apparition at Ballyreina." This was my friend's ghost story. "But to-morrow to-morrow you will keep for me. I may expect you at the usual time?" said young Mrs.
Gordon, the lady who told me all this, had met them once, and had been much impressed by what she heard of them. They had got poorer and poorer, till at last they had to give up the struggle, and sell, or let on a long lease, their dear old home, Ballyreina.
We dined early at Ballyreina; I don't think it could have been more than a quarter to five when Helen came into my room. Well, as I was saying, I followed her almost immediately, so quickly that as I came out of my room I was in time to catch sight of her as she ran along the passage, and to see her go into her own room.
Captain Marchmont and his family, as a rule, lived at Ballyreina all the year round they found it cheap and healthy, I suppose but this year they had preferred to pass the winter in some livelier neighbourhood, and they were very glad to let the house.
The clergyman used to dine with us sometimes, as my brother had had some sort of introduction to him when we came to Ballyreina; but we never heard anything about the place from him. He was a great talker, too; I am sure he would have told us anything he knew. In short, there was nothing romantic or suggestive either about our house or the village. But we didn't care.
The description suits her exactly. "I was quite puzzled. We had never heard of any Fitzgeralds at Ballyreina. I said so to the lady, and asked her to explain what she meant. She told me all she knew. It appeared there had been a family of that name for many generations at Ballyreina.
I fancied, however, from her manner that there was more to tell, so I said nothing; and in a minute or two she went on speaking. "We did not stay long at Ballyreina after this. I was not sorry to leave it; but still, before the time came for us to do so, I had begun to recover from the most painful part of the impression left upon me by my strange adventure.
Since then she had never heard of them; she did not know if they were alive or dead; she was only certain that the description of my old lady was exactly like that of the eldest of the sisters, and that the name of their old home was Ballyreina. And I remember her saying, 'If ever a heart was buried in a house, it was that of poor old Miss Fitzgerald. "That was all Mrs.
Lady Farquhar stopped and gazed dreamily and half sadly into the fire. "Then Miss Fitzgerald was dead when you were at Ballyreina?" I asked. Margaret looked up with some surprise. "Did I not say so?" she exclaimed. "That was the point of most interest in what my brother discovered.
Gordon could tell me," continued Lady Farquhar; "but it led to my learning a little more. I told my brother what I had heard. He used often at that time to be in Ireland on business; and to satisfy me, the next time he went he visited the village of Ballyreina again, and in one way and another he found out a few particulars. The house, you remember, had been let to us by a Captain Marchmont.
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