"where's Charles Hazlewood running—what takes him away now?"
"He'll return in a little while," said Lucy gently.
The sound of voices was now heard from the ruins. The reader may remember there was a communication between the castle and the beach, up which the speakers had ascended.
"Yes—there's plenty of shells and sea-ware, as you observe—and if one inclined to build a new house, which might indeed be necessary, there's a great deal of good hewn stone about this old dungeon for the devil here"———
"Good God!" said Miss Bertram hastily to Sampson, "'tis that wretch Glossin's voice—if my father sees him, it will kill him outright!"
Sampson wheeled perpendicularly round, and moved with long strides to confront the attorney, as he issued from beneath the portal arch of the ruin. "Avoid ye!"
