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I
did
not
like
this
iteration
of
one
idea
--
this
strange
recurrence
of
one
image
,
and
I
grew
nervous
as
bedtime
approached
and
the
hour
of
the
vision
drew
near
.
It
was
from
companionship
with
this
baby-phantom
I
had
been
roused
on
that
moonlight
night
when
I
heard
the
cry
;
and
it
was
on
the
afternoon
of
the
day
following
I
was
summoned
downstairs
by
a
message
that
some
one
wanted
me
in
Mrs.
Fairfax
's
room
.
On
repairing
thither
,
I
found
a
man
waiting
for
me
,
having
the
appearance
of
a
gentleman
's
servant
:
he
was
dressed
in
deep
mourning
,
and
the
hat
he
held
in
his
hand
was
surrounded
with
a
crape
band
.
"
I
daresay
you
hardly
remember
me
,
Miss
,
"
he
said
,
rising
as
I
entered
;
"
but
my
name
is
Leaven
:
I
lived
coachman
with
Mrs.
Reed
when
you
were
at
Gateshead
,
eight
or
nine
years
since
,
and
I
live
there
still
.
"
"
Oh
,
Robert
!
how
do
you
do
?
I
remember
you
very
well
:
you
used
to
give
me
a
ride
sometimes
on
Miss
Georgiana
's
bay
pony
.
And
how
is
Bessie
?
You
are
married
to
Bessie
?
"
"
Yes
,
Miss
:
my
wife
is
very
hearty
,
thank
you
;
she
brought
me
another
little
one
about
two
months
since
--
we
have
three
now
--
and
both
mother
and
child
are
thriving
.
"
"
And
are
the
family
well
at
the
house
,
Robert
?
"
"
I
am
sorry
I
ca
n't
give
you
better
news
of
them
,
Miss
:
they
are
very
badly
at
present
--
in
great
trouble
.
"
"
I
hope
no
one
is
dead
,
"
I
said
,
glancing
at
his
black
dress
.
He
too
looked
down
at
the
crape
round
his
hat
and
replied
--
"
Mr.
John
died
yesterday
was
a
week
,
at
his
chambers
in
London
.
"
"
Mr.
John
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
