"There's nobody here!" I insisted. "It was _yourself_, Mrs. Linton: you knew it a while since."
"Myself!" she gasped, "and the clock is striking twelve! It's true, then! that's dreadful!"
Her fingers clutched the clothes, and gathered them over her eyes. I attempted to steal to the door with an intention of calling her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek-the shawl had dropped from the frame.

'There's nobody here!' I insisted. 'It was yourself, Mrs. Linton.'
'Myself!' she gasped, 'and the clock is striking twelve! It's true, then! that's dreadful!'
She pulled the bed-clothes over her eyes. I attempted to steal to the door to call her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek - the shawl had dropped from the mirror.
