"It is indeed!" she said--"it is the features as well as the voice of
Ravenswood--the high lines of pride, as well as the bold and haughty
tone. But what do you here, Master of Ravenswood?--what do you in your
enemy's domain, and in company with his child?" As Old Alice spoke, her
face kindled, as probably that of an ancient feudal vassal might have
done in whose presence his youthful liege-lord had showed some symptom
of degenerating from the spirit of his ancestors.
"The Master of Ravenswood," said Lucy, who liked not the tone of this
expostulation, and was desirous to abridge it, "is upon a visit to my
father."
"Indeed!" said the old blind woman, in an accent of surprise.
"I knew," continued Lucy, "I should do him a pleasure by conducting him
to your cottage."
"Where, to say the truth, Alice," said Ravenswood, "I expected a more
cordial reception."
"It is most wonderful!" said the old woman, muttering to herself; "but
the ways of Heaven are not like our ways, and its judgments are brought
about by means far beyond our fathoming. Hearken, young man," she said;
"your fathers were implacable, but they were honourable, foes; they
sought not to ruin their enemies under the mask of hospitality.
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