"Not here," said he, sternly; "show me the room in which my father died;
the room in which SHE slept the night the were at the castle."
"Who, sir?" said Caleb, too terrified to preserve his presence of mind.
"SHE, Lucy Ashton! Would you kill me, old man, by forcing me to repeat
her name?"
Caleb would have said something of the disrepair of the chamber, but was
silenced by the irritable impatience which was expressed in his master's
countenance; he lighted the way trembling and in silence, placed the
lamp on the table of the deserted room, and was about to attempt some
arrangement of the bed, when his master big him begone in a tone that
admitted of no delay. The old man retired, not to rest, but to prayer;
and from time to time crept to the door of the apartment, in order to
find out whether Ravenswood had gone to repose. His measured heavy step
upon the floor was only interrupted by deep groans; and the repeated
stamps of the heel of his heavy boot intimated too clearly that the
wretched inmate was abandoning himself at such moments to paroxysms of
uncontrolled agony.
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