I lingered in front of the old house for some minutes, but gaining
no intelligence of what was passing within, I kept on my way to the
humbler dwelling of Mary Jones. I found her child quite ill, and
needing attention. After doing what, in my judgment, the case
required, I turned my steps towards the house of Mrs. Wallingford to
look into the case of her son Henry, who, acording to her account,
was in a very unhappy condition.
I went a little out of my way so as to go past the Allen House
again. As I approached, my eyes were directed to the chamber windows
at the north-west corner, and while yet some distance away, as the
old elms tossed their great limbs about in struggling with the
storm, I saw glancing out between them the same cheery light that
met my astonished gaze a little while before. As then, I saw shadows
moving on the walls, and once the same slender, graceful
figure--evidently that of a young girl--came to the window and tried
to look out into the deep darkness.
As there was nothing to be gained by standing there in the drenching
storm, I moved onward, taking the way to Mrs.
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