Wyvern's door off t' hooks, and
frighted her half out o' wits.
"Ye may guess I did na sleep that night; and wi' the first light, down
wi' me to my aunt, as fast as my two legs cud carry me.
"Well my aunt did na frump or flite me, as I thought she would, but
she held me by the hand, and looked hard in my face all the time. And
she telt me not to be feared; and says she:
"'Hed the appearance a key in its hand?'
"'Yes,' says I, bringin' it to mind, 'a big key in a queer brass
handle.'
"'Stop a bit,' says she, lettin' go ma hand, and openin' the
cupboard-door. 'Was it like this?' says she, takin' one out in her
fingers, and showing it to me, with a dark look in my face.
"'That was it,' says I, quick enough.
"'Are ye sure?' she says, turnin' it round.
"'Sart,' says I, and I felt like I was gain' to faint when I sid it.
"'Well, that will do, child,' says she, saftly thinkin', and she
locked it up again.
"'The squire himself will be here today, before twelve o'clock, and ye
must tell him all about it,' says she, thinkin', 'and I suppose I'll
be leavin' soon, and so the best thing for the present is, that ye
should go home this afternoon, and I'll look out another place for you
when I can.'
"Fain was I, ye may guess, at that word.
"My aunt packed up my things for me, and the three pounds that was due
to me, to bring home, and Squire Crowl himself came down to Applewale
that day, a handsome man, about thirty years ald.
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