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’
Yes
!
I
don
’
t
want
him
,
’
came
the
sepulchral
voice
.
’
Oh
,
but
Sir
Clifford
,
you
’
re
ill
,
and
I
daren
’
t
take
the
responsibility
.
I
must
send
for
the
doctor
,
or
I
shall
be
blamed
.
’
A
pause
:
then
the
hollow
voice
said
:
’
I
’
m
not
ill
.
My
wife
isn
’
t
coming
back
.
’
It
was
as
if
an
image
spoke
.
’
Not
coming
back
?
you
mean
her
ladyship
?
’
Mrs
Bolton
moved
a
little
nearer
to
the
bed
.
’
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
believe
it
.
You
can
trust
her
ladyship
to
come
back
.
’
The
image
in
the
bed
did
not
change
,
but
it
pushed
a
letter
over
the
counterpane
.
’
Read
it
!
’
said
the
sepulchral
voice
.
’
Why
,
if
it
’
s
a
letter
from
her
ladyship
,
I
’
m
sure
her
ladyship
wouldn
’
t
want
me
to
read
her
letter
to
you
,
Sir
Clifford
.
You
can
tell
me
what
she
says
,
if
you
wish
.
’
’
Read
it
!
’
repeated
the
voice
.
’
Why
,
if
I
must
,
I
do
it
to
obey
you
,
Sir
Clifford
,
’
she
said
.
And
she
read
the
letter
.
