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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

It seemed to
overflow the gullock, it did. I heard the big bowders shifted from
their beds by the tumbling waters. They rolled with heavy thuds down
the brant sides of the fell--down, down, down. But I kept closer,
closer. Presently I heard the howl of the wolves--"
"No, Sim; not that, old friend." "Yes, the pack from Lauvellen. They'd
been driven out of their caves--not even they could live in their
caves tonight." The delirium of Sim's spirit seemed to overcome him.
"No more now, man," said Ralph, putting his arm about him. "You're
safe, at least, and all will be well with you."
"Wait. Nearer and nearer they came, nearer and nearer, till I knew
they were above me, around me. Yet I kept close, I did, I almost felt
their breath. Well, well, at last I saw two red eyes gleaming at me
through the darkness--"
"You're feverish to-night, Sim," interrupted Ralph.
"Then a great flash of lightning came. It licked the ground afore
me--ay, licked. Then a burst of thunder--it must have been a
thunderbolt--I couldn't hear the wind and sleet and water.


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