In the case before us, however,
our readers, we have no doubt, can give a better guess at the nature
of the black man and white woman in question than either the cook, the
housemaid, or even Barney himself.
It was late that night when Harry came in. The servants, with whose
terrors and superstitions Casey had taken such liberties, now looked
upon him as something awful, and, as might be naturally expected, felt a
dreadful curiosity with respect to him and his movements. They lay
awake on the night in question, with the express purpose of satisfying
themselves as to the hour of his return, and as that was between twelve
and one, they laid it down as a certain fact that there was something
"not light," and beyond the common in his remaining out so late.
CHAPTER IX. Chase of the White Hare.
"Hark, forward, forward; holla ho!"
The next morning our friend Harry appeared at the breakfast table rather
paler than usual, and in one of his most abstracted moods; for it may be
said here that the frequent occurrence of such moods had not escaped the
observation of his family, especially of his step-father, in whose good
grace, it so happened, that he was not improving.
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