Charles Seabohn, accompanied by an unmarried sister, had
lately come to reside in the neighbourhood, having, upon the death
of a former tenant, taken the lease of a small farmhouse sheltered
in the valley a mile beyond the village, and that her favourite
evening's walk was to the sea and back by the steep footway leading
past the Witches' Cauldron.
Had he followed the figure of Mivanway into the valley, he would
have known that out of sight of the Witches' Cauldron it took to
running fast till it reached a welcome door, and fell panting into
the arms of another figure that had hastened out to meet it.
"My dear," said the elder woman, "you are trembling like a leaf.
What has happened?"
"I have seen him," answered Mivanway.
"Seen whom?"
"Charles."
"Charles!" repeated the other, looking at Mivanway as though she
thought her mad.
"His spirit, I mean," explained Mivanway, in an awed voice. "It
was standing in the shadow of the rocks, in the exact spot where we
first met. It looked older and more careworn; but, oh! Margaret,
so sad and reproachful."
"My dear," said her sister, leading her in, "you are overwrought.
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