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As if she had not heard her lady's remark, the maid went on: "I'd go off to sleep, and then suddenly, I'd awake and hear this peculiar rustle, ma'am, like a dress swishing along an old-fashioned, rich, soft silk, such as ladies wore in the old days, when I was a child. But that dress, the dress I heard rustling, ma'am, was a bit older than that." "What do you mean, Pegler?"
"But why should you think the ghost Pegler saw if she did see it had anything to do with you? Wyndfell Hall has been haunted for over a hundred years so the village people say." "Pegler saw nothing till I came.
"I always thought that you, Pegler, were such a very sensible woman." The words were said in a good-natured, though slightly vexed tone; and a curious kind of smile flitted over the rather grim face of the person to whom they were addressed. "I've never troubled you before in this exact way, have I, ma'am?" "No, Pegler. That you certainly have not."
The village doesn't really belong to him, Pegler. It was wonderfully kind of him to give what he did give to-day, to a lot of people with whom he has really nothing to do at all." And then, after her maid had gone, Blanche lay in bed, and stared into the still bright fire. Her brain seemed abnormally active, and she found it impossible to go to sleep.
Pegler smiled a thin little smile. In the last twelve years Miss Farrow had several times invited her to sit down, but of course she had always refused, being one that knew her place. She had only sat in Miss Farrow's presence during the days and nights when she had nursed her mistress through a serious illness then, of course, everything had been different, and she had had to sit down sometimes.
Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. 'Fetch Mr. Bounderby down! cried Mrs. Sparsit. 'Rachael, young woman; you know who this is? 'It's Mrs. Pegler, said Rachael. 'I should think it is! cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. 'Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody! Here old Mrs.
He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admiration of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountable old woman, wept, 'because she was such a pretty dear. Yet Mrs.
"I daresay you'll think me very illogical, but in this one case I think Pegler did see what is commonly called a ghost. And I'll tell you why I think so." Both men turned and looked at him fixedly, both in their several ways being much surprised by his words.
I tried to put it down to a mouse or a rat or something of that sort." "That," said Miss Farrow quietly, "was probably what it was, Pegler."
Haven't you sometimes looked at a thing and thought it something quite different from what it really was?" "Yes, I have," acknowledged Pegler reluctantly. "And of course, the lighting was very bad. Some of the people hope that Mr. Varick's going to bring electric light into the village d'you think he'll do that, ma'am?" "No," said Miss Farrow decidedly. "I shouldn't think there's a hope of it.
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