"
"And did not he seem to know us, Mrs. Calvert? You who are
able to recollect things as they happened, did he not seem to
recollect us, and make signs to that effect?"
"He did, indeed, and apparently with great good humour."
"Oh, Mrs Calvert, hold me, else I shall fall into hysterics again!
Who is he? Who is he? Tell me who you suppose he is, for I
cannot say my own thought."
"On my life, I cannot remember."
"Did you note the appearance of the young gentleman you saw
slain that night? Do you recollect aught of the appearance of my
young master, George Colwan?"
Mrs. Calvert sat silent, and stared the other mildly in the face.
Their looks encountered, and there was an unearthly amazement
that gleamed from each, which, meeting together, caught real fire,
and returned the flame to their heated imaginations, till the two
associates became like two statues, with their hands spread, their
eyes fixed, and their chops fallen down upon their bosoms. An
old woman who kept the lodging-house, having been called in
before when Mrs. Logan was faintish, chanced to enter at this
crisis with some cordial; and, seeing the state of her lodgers, she
caught the infection, and fell into the same rigid and statue-like
appearance.
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