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He was not more inquisitive than other boys, yet the mystery, the many uncanny tales told of the old house, fired him with a desire to know its secrets. Long before he was born a murder had left its stain there. The owners, suspected but unconvicted, moved away; and for years the house stared vacantly at passers. The coming of the Italians had only increased its bad name. Late travellers on the lonely road declared that shadowy forms and flickering lights passed the lower windows and down into the cavernous basement; yet no sounds ever came from behind the barred doors.,“Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”,This threatened catastrophe had considerable weight with St. Elmo who, in spite of Betty’s discouraging words, still had a lurking hope that he too might be privileged to see the “faywies” some day. Although he was badly handicapped in being a boy, yet in some miraculous manner there might be an exception made in his favor.,“But Roderick Dhu died from fighting Fitz-James; I hate to give Jimmy a dying part.”,Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek.,“Right—now—are you?” The arm that was around Bouncer tightened, and she thought her “heart would fly right up into her throat.”,Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests.,“Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”,“Do you need it right away?” Billy stood his wheel against the steps and flung his books on the porch table.,“Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?”,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,“To-morrer’ll see my revenge,” growled Moses, now thoroughly roused to action under the protection of his own roof..