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Chapter 38

           Seehere!’

           Hethrusthishandintoaside-pocket;andproducingacanvasbag,toldouttwenty-fivesovereignsonthetable,andpushedthemovertothewoman.

           ‘Now,’hesaid,‘gatherthemup;andwhenthiscursedpealofthunder,whichIfeeliscominguptobreakoverthehouse-top,isgone,let’shearyourstory.

           Thethunder,whichseemedinfactmuchnearer,andtoshiverandbreakalmostovertheirheads,havingsubsided,Monks,raisinghisfacefromthetable,bentforwardtolistentowhatthewomanshouldsay.Thefacesofthethreenearlytouched,asthetwomenleantoverthesmalltableintheireagernesstohear,andthewomanalsoleantforwardtorenderherwhisperaudible.Thesicklyraysofthesuspendedlanternfallingdirectlyuponthem,aggravatedthepalenessandanxietyoftheircountenances:which,encircledbythedeepestgloomanddarkness,lookedghastlyintheextreme.

           ‘Whenthiswoman,thatwecalledoldSally,died,’thematronbegan,‘sheandIwerealone.

           ‘Wastherenooneby?’askedMonks,inthesamehollowwhisper;‘Nosickwretchoridiotinsomeotherbed?Noonewhocouldhear,andmight,bypossibility,understand?’

           ‘Notasoul,’repliedthewoman;‘wewerealone.Istoodalonebesidethebodywhendeathcameoverit.

           ‘Good,’saidMonks,regardingherattentively.‘Goon.

           ‘Shespokeofayoungcreature,’resumedthematron,‘whohadbroughtachildintotheworldsomeyearsbefore;notmerelyinthesameroom,butinthesamebed,inwhichshethenlaydying.

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