A deep groan from the landlord, however,
convinced him that it was no disagreeable midnight vision, but a
brawny reality; and turning to that individual, he found him
gasping, in the last degree of terror, behind the counter.
"Now, who in the name of all the demons oat of Hades may that
ugly abortion be?" inquired Sir Norman.
"O Lord I be merciful! sir, it's Caliban; and the only wonder is,
he did not leave you a bleeding corpse at his feet!"
"I should like to see him try it. Perhaps he would have found
that is a game two can play at! Where does he come from and who
is he!"
The landlord leaned over the counter, and placed a very pale and
startled face close to Sir Norman's.
"That's just what I wanted to tell you, sir, but I was afraid to
speak before him. I think he lives up in that same old ruin you
were inquiring about - at least, he is often seen hanging around
there; but people are too much afraid of him to ask him any
questions. Ah, sir, it's a strange place, that ruin, and there
be strange stories afloat about it," said the man, with a
portentious shake of the head.
"What are they?" inquired Sir Norman.
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