"
"You're a d--d old croaker," said Woodward, "and take delight in
predicting evil. Here, my good woman," he added, turning to the other,
"there's an additional half-crown for you, and I won't forget your
words."
He and Charles then joined their friends in the other room, and as it
was getting late they all resolved to stroll once more through the town,
in order to take a parting look at the bonfires, to wish the people
good-night, and to thank them for the kindness and alacrity with which
they got them up, and manifested their good feeling upon so short a
notice. The large fire was again blazing, having been recruited with
a fresh supply of materials. The crowd were looking on; many were
staggering about, uttering a feeble huzza, in a state of complete
intoxication, and the fool of the parish was attempting to dance a
hornpipe, when large, blob-like drops began to fall, as happens at the
commencement of a heavy shower. Lindsay put his hand to his face, on
which some few of them had fallen, and, on looking at his fingers,
perceived that they were spotted as if with blood!
"Good God!" he exclaimed, "what is this? Am I bleeding?"
They all stared at him, and then at each other, with dismay and horror;
for there, unquestionably, was the hideous and terrible fact before
them, and legible on every! face around them--it was raining blood!
An awe, which we cannot describe, and a silence, deep as that of the
grave, followed this terrible prodigy.
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