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If he complied with Mr Haredales last injunction now, it was because he had not the power to speak or move. He strained his gaze, and fixed it on a patch of moonlight, into which, if he continued to ascend, he must soon emerge. When he appeared there, he would try to call to him. Again the ashes slipped and crumbled; some stones rolled down, and fell with a dull, heavy sound upon the ground below. He kept his eyes upon the piece of moonlight. The figure was coming on, for its shadow was already thrown upon the wall. Now it appearedand now looked round at himand now The horror-stricken clerk uttered a scream that pierced the air, and cried, The ghost! The ghost! Long before the echo of his cry had died away, another form rushed out into the light, flung itself upon the foremost one, knelt down upon its breast, and clutched its throat with both hands. Villain! cried Mr Haredale, in a terrible voicefor it was he. Dead and buried, as all men supposed through your infernal arts, but reserved by Heaven for thisat lastat last I have you. You, whose hands are red with my brothers blood, and that of his faithful servant, shed to conceal your own atrocious guiltYou, Rudge, double murderer and monster, I arrest you in the name of God, who has delivered you into my hands. No. Though you had the strength of twenty men, he added, as the murderer writhed and struggled, you could not escape me or loosen my grasp to-night! |
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