The Tenants of Malory

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day after. The lightning seemed, for more than an hour, the continuous pulsations of light from a sulphurous furnace, and the thunder pealed with the cracks and rattlin

voice could be heard by the children, comforting and reassuring in the brief lulls; although had the

tless, in hiding under her roof-tree that impious old sinner, whom Rosemary Court disgorged at dead of night, as the churchyard does a ghost-about whose past history-whose doings and

t submitted to his caprices, as genii to those of the magician who has the secret of command,-that Mr. Dingwell had in her eyes something of a supernatural horror surrounding him. In the thunderstorm, Sarah Rumble vowed secretly to re

s sinister excursion, and for once at these hours remain decorously in his rooms! Her wrath overcame her fea

n of the banister, confronting Mr. Dingwell, who, also furnished

of Mr. Dingwell; whom, notwithstanding her former encounter w

ut, sir," she said, rather sternly

d Mr. Dingwell, amus

r, I think I heve

dow. There's none of that hoffle rain, ma'am, that gives a

h a blue glare through the lobby window and the fanlight in the hall. She paused,

who says everything better than anyone else in the world, makes that remarkable old gentleman, King Lear, say, 'Thunder, rumble thy bellyfull!' Of cour

hout I was very sure it was about something go

'am. Here we are, two or three millions of people in this town; and two or three million of shots, and we'll see by the paper

glare, followed by another bellow of the thunder, "long, loud, and deep,"

l looked at

is hoffle. I wish you

e thund

o down on our knees, and say our pray

ght. How your knees must have ached-egad!

o I should. Which I think all oth

ning

ning of the w

another a

ell, and a warnin' to yo

urb all the town for

old man, Mr

, though he playfully called himself on occasions an old "boy"-"as old as Abraham's wife, whose names

rry I am, Mr. Dingwell, to see you, on this hoffle night, bent on no good. I'm afraid

ngue of woman. I can stand any other. It frightens me. So, egad, if you p

n appalled courtesy, and, setting down his candle on the hall-table, he said, touching his fals

sy. He stopped and look

u speak?"

-not a word,"

ocket, on pitchy darkness, which was instantaneously illuminated by th

tood by the banisters, dazzled by the gleam, and listening to the r

over his

, stepped out upon the flags, and shut the door. She heard h

there is, ever since he camed into the 'ouse. He is so presumptious. To see that hold man made hup with them rings and whiskers, lik

was due to anothe

ore I would-if that fla