Let that answer you."
"Do you never fear the dark?" returned Mathews, glancing stealthily
around. "Never feel that eyes are looking upon you--cold, glassy eyes,
that peer into your very soul--eyes which are not of this world, and
which no other eyes can see? Snuff the candles, Mary. The room looks as
dismal as a vault."
Godfrey burst into a loud laugh. "If I were troubled with such ocular
demonstrations I would wear spectacles. By Jove! Bill Mathews, waking or
sleeping, I never was haunted by an evil spirit worse than yourself. But
here's Skinner at last! Fetch a bottle of brandy and some glasses to yon
empty table, Mary. I must try to win back from him what I lost last
night."
CHAPTER XVII.
Oh! speak to me of her I love,
And I shall think I hear
The voice whose melting tones, above
All music, charms mine ear.--S.M.
Whilst Godfrey Hurdlestone was rapidly traversing the broad road that
leads down to the gates of death, Anthony was regaining his peace of
mind in the quiet abode of domestic love. Day after day the young
cousins whiled away the charmed hours in delightful converse. They
wandered hand in hand through green quiet lanes, and along sunny paths,
talking of the beloved. Clary felt no jealous envy mar the harmony of
her dove-like soul, as she listened to Anthony's rapturous details of
the hours he had spent with Juliet, his poetical descriptions of her
lovely countenance and easy figure.
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