I ten to draain,  do   space in te my casement, and looked in at me t, I opened my eyes on e and crystal clear. It iful, but too solemn; I retco draain.

    Good God!  a cry!

    t—its silence—its rest,  in to end of thornfield hall.

    My pulse stopped: my  stood still; my stretc renetered t fearful s soon repeat it: not t- sucterance must rest ere it could repeat t.

    It came out of torey; for it passed over above my cruggle: a deadly one it seemed from ted—

    “imes rapidly.

    “ill no one come?” it cried; and taggering and stamping  on inguiser:—

    “Rocer! Rocer! for God’s sake, come!”

    A cep stamped on there was silence.

    I  on some clotment. tions, terrified murmurs sounded in every room; door after door unclosed; one looked out and anot; tlemen and ladies alike ted t is it?”—“?”—“ c!”—“Is it fire?”—“Are t for t te darkness. to and fro; togetumbled: tricable.

    “er?” cried Colonel Dent. “I cannot find him in his bed.”

    “ed in return. “Be composed, all of you: I’m coming.”

    And t ter advanced  descended from torey. One of to ly; s was Miss Ingram.

    “ a aken place?” said s us kno at once!”

    “But don’t pull me dorangle me,” on   we wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.

    “All’s rig!” ’s a mere re Nothing. Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous.”

    And dangerous ed sparks. Calming , he added—

    “A servant mare; t is all. Sable, nervous person: srued o an apparit