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This might have arisen from accidental circumstances; but Constance felt a different fear in her heart. Hark! that is his ring at the hall-bell. Constance has not listened for, and loved that ring so long, to be mistaken now. Another minute, and she hears those footsteps approaching, warming her life-blood, quickening her pulses: her face deepens to crimson, as she turns it towards him.

This trance passed away like others, and by midnight the house was profoundly still. Soon after that hour a vociferous peal at the great hall-bell roused most of the inmates from sleep. My rooms were in a distant quarter of the house, and a door opposite to that of my bedroom led to the haunted wing, but was always kept locked.

"Where is the fire?" he exclaimed. "I don't smell any. Who gave the first alarm?" The bell answered him. The hall-bell, which rang out ten times louder and longer than before. He opened one of the windows and leaned from it. "Who's there?" Madame Vine caught up Archie. "It's me, sir," responded a voice, which he at once recognized to be that of one of Mr. Hare's men-servants.

Here, then, let us lounge a full two hours, too comfortable and too tired to care for fishing, till the hall-bell rings for that dinner which we as good anglers will despise. Then we will make our way to the broad reaches above the house. The evening breeze should be ruffling them gallantly; and see, the fly is getting up.

Ruin and death cannot come too soon when you forsake me." Miranda remained silent, but, through the gloom of the recess, he could see the glistening of a tear upon her cheek. The hall-bell rang, and the servant brought in a card for Miss Ayleff. Following it, Arthur Wayne was ushered into the room. She rose to receive him, somewhat surprised at a visit from a stranger.

"Not quite; I was thinking," said Olive, truthfully, though her face flushed, for she would fain have kept her bitter thoughts from her mother. Just then, Mrs. Rothesay started at the sound of the hall-bell. "Is that your father come home? He said he might, today or to-morrow." Olive went down-stairs.

Before she had been five minutes with my mistress she came out again, and rang the hall-bell, and spoke to Joseph. 'My boxes are packed and directed, she says; 'I will send for them in an hour's time. Good day, Joseph. And she stepped into the street, as quietly as if she was going out shopping round the corner." "Have the boxes been sent for?" "Yes, Miss."

"Oh, what can it mean? what can it mean?" she exclaimed, losing all her color, and trembling with excitement. At that moment the hall-bell rang again, and Mona turned once more to the window, now fully expecting to find that Ray had come. No, another carriage stood before the door, but she could not see who had rung the bell.

That same evening as Mona was passing up stairs from the laundry, whither she had been to press out the ruffles of a dress, which Mrs. Montague wished to wear at the german a few hours later, she heard the hall-bell ring a resounding peal. She hastened on, for she did not wish to be observed by strangers, but as she reached the upper landing, she caught some hearty words of welcome from Mr.

She pointed up the hallway to something under the light of the oil lamp which much resembled a fat rag doll. The queer object was shaking with strange contortions in the place where the hall-bell should have hung. "I play him one good trick, ain't it?" she added. "Mit a towel I tie up the bell-knocker zo!" She illustrated with her flour-dusted hands. "Den I wrap him round like one sore foot.