One glance the fierce pursuer threw,
A pistol from his holster drew,
Levelled and fired, the echoes still
Prolong the sound from wood to hill;
But ere the last vibrations die,
A WOMAN’S shriek of agony
Rings out beneath that midnight sky!
The household sleep soundly in Allinghame Hall,
Groom, butler, and coachman, cook, footboy, and all;
The fat old housekeeper