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At length he held up his hands, and placing one on my arm, said, in a voice which seemed the sound of one choking: "'Francis, you are an old friend, not a servant not now at least. I trust you. The house of Redcleugh is doomed, nor shall a Bernard be ever again happy within its walls. "'What is wrong, master? I inquired. "'The core, said he; 'the master's heart. I must go to the East again.
I saw Amelia again; she was depressed and moody; the fiend within her was dormant, but its weight pressed on the issues of thought, and her vacant stare told unutterable woe. I left Redcleugh without much hope, intending to pay another visit shortly afterwards. About three or four days after reaching home, a letter came to me from Francis, inclosing one from Mr.
Bernard at her side at the end of this paroxysm, and in a very short time she was hanging upon his neck, sobbing like a child who is reconciled to its mother. Under a date some six months after these indications of Amelia's convalescence, I find a note in my diary, "Dined at Redcleugh with Mr. and Mrs.
'Twas all a hurry in Redcleugh as well as a sort of fright among us in the hall, every one whispering and wondering and questioning all to no end; for from that night we never knew more of her home or kindred, save that it was suspected she was a Circassian, and had left a noble home for the love she bore to master.
A wonderful work this world, sir! No magician could have worked a greater wonder than the scene of that marriage after the scene of that deathbed; yet it delighted me to see old Redcleugh all in a blaze again, and to go down into the old catacombs for the old-crusted vintages. Bless your heart! it was just like the beginning of a new term of life to me.
Bernard, I will have to set forth a story, which, leading to that madness, has in it apparently as much of insanity as may be found in the ravings of a maniac. I obeyed the call to Redcleugh, where I found the res domi in a peculiar position. There were few inmates in the large old house.
My heart fails and my head runs round. Look at the dark one. It was a terrible night that when she came to Redcleugh. My wife, who now lies in Deathscroft, down among the elms yonder, could not sleep for the screeching of the owls, as if every horned devil of them shouted woe! woe! to the house of Redcleugh." "Nonsense, Francis, omens all nonsense," I said, interrupting him.
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