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"So I think: you have no ghost, then?"
"None that I ever heard of," returned Mrs Fairfax, shost stories?"
"I believe not And yet it is said the Rochesters have been rather
a violent than a quiet race in their tih, that is
the reason they rest tranquilly in their graves now"
"Yes--'after life's fitful fever they sleep well,'" Inow, Mrs Fairfax?" for she wasaway
"On to the leads; will you come and see the view from thence?" I
followed still, up a very narrow staircase to the attics, and thence
by a ladder and through a trap-door to the roof of the hall I was
now on a level with the crow colony, and could see into their nests
Leaning over the battlerounds laid out like a rey base of the mansion; the field, wide as a park,
dotted with its ancient timber; the wood, dun and sere, divided by a
path visibly overgrown, greener with ates, the road, the tranquil hills, all
reposing in the autumn day's sun; the horizon bounded by a
propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white No feature in the
scene was extraordinary, but all was pleasing When I turned from