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"Ho! ho! ho!" laughed Herne. And as the report rang through the room, he sank through the floor, and disappeared from view. "Gone!" exclaimed Henry, as the smoke cleared off; "gone! Holy Mary! then it must indeed be the fiend. I made the middle of his skull my aim, and if he had not been invulnerable, the bullet must have pierced his brain.
"Maraquito, under the disguise of Mrs. Herne." "Was she Mrs. Herne?" "Yes. She masqueraded as an invalid who could not leave her couch, but I managed to get at the truth to-night." "But from the evidence at the inquest, Mrs. Herne was out of the house when the blow was struck." "Quite so: But we did not know of this secret entrance then. I fancy she came back " "But how can you "
Raffles shrugged his shoulders as we hurtled between the lighted platforms of Herne Hill. "There's no immunity from a clever cove like that, Bunny, unless you send him to another world or put the thick of this one between you. He may hold his tongue about the last twenty-four hours I believe he will but that needn't prevent him from setting old Mackenzie to watch us day and night.
Equally well substantiated, probably, was what happened in Herefordshire in 1571: "A field of three acres, in Blackmore, with the Trees and Fences, moved from its place and passed over another field, traveling in the highway that goeth to Herne, and there stayed." Herefordshire was a favorite place for this sort of exercise of nature.
"Two deaths, brother." "Who are dead, Jasper?" "Father and mother, brother." "Where did they die?" "Where they were sent, brother." "And Mrs. Herne?" "She's alive, brother." "Where is she now?" "In Yorkshire, brother." "What is your opinion of death, Mr. Petulengro?" said I, as I sat down beside him.
"On what condition?" rejoined Surrey. "We will speak of that when we are out of the castle, and on the green sod of the forest," returned the figure. "You tempt in vain," cried Surrey. "I will not go with you. I recognise in you the demon hunter Herne." The figure laughed hollowly so hollowly that Surrey's flesh crept upon his bones.
"As for the half and halfs," said Ursula, "they are a bad set; and there is not a worse blackguard in England than Anselo Herne." "All that you say may be very true, Ursula, but you admit that there are half and halfs." "The more's the pity, brother." "Pity, or not, you admit the fact; but how do you account for it?"
The coachman warned them to be careful; people had often lost themselves, he said, in that wood. I asked the name of it. The name was Herne Wood. My aunt was not very willing to leave her comfortable seat in the carriage, but it ended in her going with us. Before we entered the wood, Mr. Varleigh noted the position of the high-road by his pocket-compass.
Ha! have they come to life again? do they scour the parks once more? That were indeed a marvel!" "What I have to relate is almost as great a marvel," returned Bouchier. "I have not heard of the resurrection of the band though for aught I know it may have occurred. But Herne has been seen again in the forest.
Herne and she were wont to sleep, missed her bebee, and, becoming alarmed, went in search of her, and at last found her hanging from a branch; and when the child had got so far, she took on violently, and I could not get another word from her; so I left her, and here I am.’ ‘And I am glad to see you, Mr. Petulengro; but this is sad news which you tell me about Mrs. Herne.’
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