The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
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54 THE HAUNTED GRANGE,<br />
the knocking j surely old Hannah must be deaf, or 80<br />
unaccustomed to visitors that she never thought of saying,<br />
"Come in." A long pause ensued, and then she murmured,<br />
"Shall I ever, 0, shall I ever behold him again on<br />
earth? " Roused perhaps by the sound of her voice,<br />
another summons, consisting of three distinct and forcible<br />
raps on the door, was heard. " Soon?" cried the obtuse<br />
woman. Again the knocking resounded, and again the<br />
deaf hermit relapsed into silence j at length she shook her<br />
withered head, and muttered, "Yes, ever yes - promise,<br />
promise! but, alas! it will be in another and better world;<br />
I have waited too long in this in vain." So saying, she<br />
resumed her stump of a pen, and, carefully tilting the<br />
broken flower vase that served her for an inkstand,<br />
scratched away at some old, mildewed sheets that purported<br />
to be the" real history of Mrs. Hannah Morrison."<br />
We may look over the old body's shoulder as much as<br />
we please, for there ill no one there to interrupt us hut a<br />
poor black cat, almost as Mind and wearied-looking as its<br />
mistress. Silence and desolation are there, and nought<br />
disturbs the utter desertion of that lone room but the<br />
scratching of Hannah's pen and the occasional tap, tap, of<br />
a still unsatisfied visitor, who often and seemingly vainly<br />
courted her attention by sundry appeals to the door, walls,<br />
and even, as it appeared, under the very table at which<br />
she was writing; and still she wrote on, sometimes raising<br />
her head and uttering a short sentence, as if actually conversing<br />
with her unseen visitor, at other times responding<br />
only by a motion of her lips; and this very eccentric habit<br />
of talking to herself it was, which, combined with the<br />
remarkable noises which bats, owls, and other indescribable<br />
adjuncts to old ruins produced, that procured for Rookwood<br />
Grange the reputation of being haunted, and for Hannah