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"
Did
you
hear
it
?
"
I
again
inquired
.
"
Yes
,
plainly
:
I
often
hear
her
:
she
sews
in
one
of
these
rooms
.
Sometimes
Leah
is
with
her
;
they
are
frequently
noisy
together
.
"
The
laugh
was
repeated
in
its
low
,
syllabic
tone
,
and
terminated
in
an
odd
murmur
.
"
Grace
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Fairfax
.
I
really
did
not
expect
any
Grace
to
answer
;
for
the
laugh
was
as
tragic
,
as
preternatural
a
laugh
as
any
I
ever
heard
;
and
,
but
that
it
was
high
noon
,
and
that
no
circumstance
of
ghostliness
accompanied
the
curious
cachinnation
;
but
that
neither
scene
nor
season
favoured
fear
,
I
should
have
been
superstitiously
afraid
.
However
,
the
event
showed
me
I
was
a
fool
for
entertaining
a
sense
even
of
surprise
.
The
door
nearest
me
opened
,
and
a
servant
came
out
,
--
a
woman
of
between
thirty
and
forty
;
a
set
,
square-made
figure
,
red-haired
,
and
with
a
hard
,
plain
face
:
any
apparition
less
romantic
or
less
ghostly
could
scarcely
be
conceived
.
"
Too
much
noise
,
Grace
,
"
said
Mrs.
Fairfax
"
Remember
directions
!
"
Grace
curtseyed
silently
and
went
in
.
"
She
is
a
person
we
have
to
sew
and
assist
Leah
in
her
housemaid
's
work
,
"
continued
the
widow
;
"
not
altogether
unobjectionable
in
some
points
,
but
she
does
well
enough
.
By-the-bye
,
how
have
you
got
on
with
your
new
pupil
this
morning
?
"
The
conversation
,
thus
turned
on
Adele
,
continued
till
we
reached
the
light
and
cheerful
region
below
.
Adele
came
running
to
meet
us
in
the
hall
,
exclaiming
--
