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"Is it gone?" she gasped, in a voice of the most intense terror.
"Is what gone, child?" asked Mr. Bourne.
"The ghost," she answered. "It came right up, sir, just after you left
me. I'd rather die than see it again."
She was shaking from head to foot. There was no mistaking that her
terror was intense. To attempt to meet it with confuting arguments would
have been simply folly, and both gentlemen knew that it would. Mr Bourne
concluded that the same sight, which had so astonished him, had been
seen by the girl.
"I sat down again after you went, sir," she resumed, her teeth
chattering. "I knew there was no mighty hurry for my being back, as you
had gone on to mother, and I sat on ever so long, and it came right up
again me, brushing my knees with its things as it passed. At the first
moment I thought it might be you coming back, to say something to me,
sir, and I looked up. It turned its face upon me, and I never remember
nothing after that."
"Whose face?" questioned Jan.
"The ghost's, sir. Mr. Fred Massingbird's."
"Bah!" said Jan.


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