"
Woodward became terribly alarmed. It was on the eve of his marriage, and
the intelligence almost drove him into distraction.
"I will follow your advice," said he, "and will take refuge in what is
called the haunted cottage, for this night."
His mysterious friend now left him, and Woodward prepared to seek the
haunted cottage in the mountains. Poor Grace Davoren was in a painful
and critical condition, but Woodward had engaged Caterine Collins to
attend to her: for what object, will soon become evident to our readers.
Woodward, after night had set in,--it was a mild night with faint
moonlight,--took his way towards the cottage that was supposed to be
haunted, and which, in those days of witchcraft and. superstition,
nobody would think of entering. We have already described it, and that
must suffice for our readers. On entering a dark, but level moor, he
was startled by the appearance of the Black Spectre, which, as on two
occasions before, pointed its middogue three times at his heart. He
rushed towards it, but on arriving at the spot he could find nothing.
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