I wish we had never come back to this house."
"Oh! I was not frightened," answered Mivanway, "I have been
expecting it every evening. I am so glad it came. Perhaps it will
come again, and I can ask it to forgive me."
So next night Mivanway, though much against her sister's wishes and
advice, persisted in her usual walk, and Charles at the same
twilight hour started from the inn.
Again Mivanway saw him standing in the shadow of the rocks.
Charles had made up his mind that if the thing happened again he
would speak, but when the silent figure of Mivanway, clothed in the
fading light, stopped and gazed at him, his will failed him.
That it was the spirit of Mivanway standing before him he had not
the faintest doubt. One may dismiss other people's ghosts as the
phantasies of a weak brain, but one knows one's own to be
realities, and Charles for the last five years had mingled with a
people whose dead dwell about them. Once, drawing his courage
around him, he made to speak, but as he did so the figure of
Mivanway shrank from him, and only a sigh escaped his lips, and
hearing that the figure of Mivanway turned and again passed down
the path into the valley, leaving Charles gazing after it.
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