“Well, then, tell me the legend of the Haunted Chapel, for you hinted that that legend must have some connection with this apparition.”
“A seeming connection, at the very least; but I cannot tell it to you now—not until you take something to eat and drink, for you have not broken your fast since morning.”
“Nor have I hungered since morning,” replied Sybil, with a sigh.
Mr. Berners went up to the smouldering embers of the fire that he had lighted in the morning on the stone floor of the church; and he drew together the dying brands, put fresh fuel on them, and soon rekindled the flame.
And the husband and wife sat down beside it; and while Sybil ate and drank with what appetite she could bring to the repast, Lyon Berners, to pass off the heavy time, related to her the legend of the Haunted Chapel.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE FALL OF THE DUBARRYS.
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But, soft! behold, lo, where it comes again! I’ll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me!—Shakespeare. |