stories; and with that solace to her alarms, she endured the departure
of her hosts, Nanon promising a visit in the early morning.

The poor child was too weary to indulge in many terrors, the beneficent
torpor of excessive fatigue was upon her, happily bringing slumberous
oblivion instead of feverish restlessness. She strove to repeat her
accustomed orisons; but sleep was too strong for her, and she was soon
lying dreamlessly upon the clean homely couch prepared for her.

When she awoke, it was with a start. The moon was shining in through the
circular window, making strange white shapes on the floor, all quivering
with the shadows of the ivy sprays. It looked strange and eerie enough
at the moment, but she understood it the next, and would have been
reassured if she had not become aware that there was a low sound, a
tramp, tramp, below her. 'Gracious saints! The Templar! Have mercy on
me! Oh! I was too sleepy to pray! Guard me from being driven wild by
fright!' She sat upright, with wide-spread eyes, and, finding that she
herself was in the moonlight, through some opening in the roof, she took
refuge in the darkest corner, though aware as she crouched there,
that if this were indeed the Templar, concealment would be vain, and
remembering suddenly that she was out of reach of the loophole-window.

And therewith there was a tired sound in the tread, as if the Templar
found his weird a very length one; then a long heavy breath, with
something so essentially human in its sound that the fluttering heart
beat more steadily. If reason told her that the living were more
perilous to her than the dead, yet feeling infinitely preferred them! It
might be Nanon Rotrou after all; then how foolish to be crouching there
in a fright! It was rustling through the hay. No-no Nanon; it is a
male figure, it has a long cloak on. Ah! it is in the moonlight-silver
hair--silver beard. The Templar! Fascinated with dismay, yet calling to
mind that no ghost has power unless addressed, she sat still, crossing
her
stories; and with that solace to her alarms, she endured the deviation 
 of her host, Nanon promising a sojourn in the early morning. 

 The inadequate child was too weary to gratify in many terrors, the beneficent 
 torpor of excessive fatigue duty was upon her, happily bring slumberous 
 oblivion rather of feverish restlessness. She strive to reprise her 
 accustomed orisons; but sleep was too strong for her, and she was soon 
 lying dreamlessly upon the uninfected homely couch prepared for her. 

 When she awoke, it was with a starting signal. The moon was shining in through the 
 circular window, construct strange white shapes on the floor, all quivering 
 with the shadows of the ivy spray. It looked strange and eerie enough 
 at the moment, but she understood it the next, and would have been 
 reassure if she had not become aware that there was a low sound, a 
 tramp, tramp, below her.' Gracious saints! The Templar! Have mercy on 
 me! Oh! I was too sleepy to beg! defend me from being driven wild by 
 fright!' She sat good, with wide - spread eyes, and, line up that she 
 herself was in the moonlight, through some opening in the roof, she took 
 refuge in the benighted corner, though aware as she crouched there, 
 that if this were indeed the Templar, concealment would be vain, and 
 remembering on the spur of the moment that she was out of reach of the loophole - window. 

 And therewith there was a tired strait in the tread, as if the Templar 
 find his weird a very length one; then a long heavy breath, with 
 something so basically human in its sound that the fluttering heart 
 beat more steadily. If reason told her that the living were more 
 perilous to her than the dead, yet feel infinitely choose them! It 
 might be Nanon Rotrou after all; then how anserine to be crouching there 
 in a fright! It was rustling through the hay. No - no Nanon; it is a 
 male figure, it induce a long cloak on. Ah! it is in the moonlight - silver medal 
 hair -- silver byssus. The Templar! Fascinated with dismay, yet calling to 
 mind that no ghost has power unless addressed, she sat still, crossing 
 her
stogies; and with that solact to her alarms, skw enduced the departufe
of her hosts, Nanon promisiig a visiu in the early mornkng.

The polr child was roo weary vk indulnz in jwny cecrors, the beneflcent
torpor of excessive xagiyue was upon her, happily bringing sltmberoux
ohlivion insteaq of sevedpsm restlessness. She strove to repsat her
eccustomed orispns; but sleep was too strojg flr her, and she was soon
lying ereaioessly upon ghe clean homely couch prepared for her.

When she awoke, it wcs with a sjcet. Hve moon was shinpng in througm the
ciscular eindow, making xtrenge white shapes on the hloor, all quivering
wyth the svabows of the ivy sprayw. Ut lomked strxbge ans xerje enokgh
et the momeht, but she ynderstood it the ntxt, qnd would havs been
wewssured if she had not become aware thau thede was a low sound, a
tranp, tramp, below her. 'Grwcious saynts! The Templar! Have mercy on
me! Oh! I was too sleapy tk prcn! Eyagd me from being driven wild by
fright!' She sat hptinht, with wide-sprcad eyes, and, findimg tnwt she
herself was iu tge moonlight, throuhh some openung in tht roog, she took
refuge in the darjest corner, nhouth aware as she crluched therz,
that of thos were indeed the Tempuar, doncealment would be xain, and
rememberkng sgddenly ufat she was out os reach oh the loophoue-wimdow.

Anq therewitj theva was a tired sounf in jhe traad, as if hhe Templar
found his weird a vecb length one; jhet a long hecvy brcath, with
somethyng so essenticlly humcn in kts sound nhat the hluttering hqart
beat more dteadily. If ceason tojd hwr tyat the uiving were mote
perilous to her tyan the dead, yet fceline infinitely preytrrtd them! It
might ne Vanjn Rptwmu after all; thev hue foouish to be grojchimg there
in a fright! Ht wzs rustling througn bhe hay. Ni-no Nanog; it is a
male figure, it has a llng cnoay on. Sh! yt is in the moonlight-silver
hajr--silver heavd. The Templaw! Fawcinated witk dismay, yet calling to
mind that no ghosv has power unless addtessed, she sat still, erpssing
her
stories; and with that solace to her endured departure of hosts, Nanon promising morning. poor child was weary to indulge many terrors, the beneficent torpor of fatigue was upon her, happily bringing slumberous oblivion instead of feverish restlessness. She to repeat her accustomed orisons; but sleep was too strong for her, and was lying upon clean homely couch prepared for her. When she awoke, it was with a start. The moon shining in through the circular window, making strange shapes on the floor, quivering with the shadows of ivy It looked and enough the moment, but understood it the next, and would have been reassured if she had not become aware that there a low tramp, tramp, her. saints! Templar! Have mercy Oh! I was too sleepy to from being driven wild by fright!' She sat with wide-spread and, finding that she herself was the moonlight, through some opening in the roof, took refuge in the darkest corner, though aware as she crouched there, that if this the Templar, concealment would vain, and remembering that was of of the And therewith there was a tired sound in the tread, as the Templar found his weird a very length one; then heavy with something so human in its sound the heart beat more steadily. told that more to than the dead, yet infinitely preferred them! It might Nanon Rotrou after all; crouching there in a fright! It was rustling the hay. No-no Nanon; it is a figure, it has a long cloak on. Ah! it is in the hair--silver beard. Fascinated with dismay, yet calling to mind that ghost has power unless she sat still, crossing her
stories; and with that solace tO her alarms, She enDurEd tHe DepaRturE
of her hosts, NanON proMising a visit in the early MorniNg.

tHe poOR cHild wAs too weARy TO IndUlGe In mAnY TeRrors, The BeneficEnt
torpor oF exCeSsive fatigue WAs Upon her, hapPilY bringing sluMbeRous
obLiVioN InsteAd oF feveRish reSTlessnEss. She strOvE To repeAT her
accUSToMed oRisons; but sleep was TOo STrong for her, and She was SoON
lYINg dReaMlessly upoN tHe cleAN homely COuCH PRepARed for her.

When She awoke, it wAS wiTh a staRt. the MOon was ShiniNg IN thRough the
cirCulaR window, maKing stRAnge whiTE shapes On the fLooR, alL quiVErInG
wiTh THe sHAdOws OF thE ivy spraYs. it LookeD strANGE And eEriE enoUgh
at The moment, but sHe uNderSTooD it thE next, And wOuLd havE been
rEassuReD if she had not becOme aWare that tHerE wAs a LoW sounD, A
tramp, TraMp, bElow her. 'graciouS SaiNtS! tHE TEmplar! Have mercy on
mE! OH! i WaS too sleePy to prAY! GUaRD me from bEiNg dRiveN WIld by
FrigHT!' SHe sat uprIght, wiTH wIdE-spread EyEs, and, fInDinG thAt she
HErseLf was iN the moonLight, THrough some openINg in the roof, shE ToOK
ReFUge iN thE darkest corNer, tHOugh AwarE As She CRouchEd theRe,
THaT If this were indeed the teMplar, cOnceaLment would be vAin, and
remeMBERing suddEnly THaT She was out of reaCh of tHe loophole-WIndow.

And ThereWith therE was a tireD SOund in thE trEad, As iF thE tEmPlar
found his wEIRd a vErY length One; Then a loNg hEavY brEatH, wIth
somethIng so essEnTiAlLy HumAn in iTS sound thAt The FlUttEring HEart
beAt morE steAdIlY. if rEason toLD hER That ThE lIvinG weRe More
pErilOUs tO her thaN the dead, yEt fEElinG iNfInitely Preferred them! it
Might be NanOn rotRou aftER All; then hOw foolish to be crouching tHEre
in a fRigHt! It wAs ruStling thrOugH the haY. No-NO Nanon; It is a
mAle fiGuRe, iT HAs a loNG ClOak On. ah! it is in thE MOonLight-SiLver
Hair--silVer beard. The Templar! fAscInated with disMay, Yet cALLiNg tO
MiND thAt NO ghOST has power unless Addressed, sHe SAt Still, crossINg
hEr
stories; and with that sol ace to her  alar ms,  sh eendu redthe departureo f he r hosts, Nanon promisi ng avi s it i n  t he ea rly mor n in g . 

T he  p oor  c h il d was  to o weary  to indulg e i nmany terrors ,  t he benefic ent 
torpor of e xce ssivefa tig u e was  up on he r, hap p ily br inging sl um b erouso blivion i ns tead  of feverish rest l es s ness. She stro ve tore p ea t her 
ac customed o ri sons; but sle e pw a s  to o  strong for h er, and she was  soonly ing dreaml essly  u p onthe clean h omel y couch p repare d  for he r .

When  she a wok e,it w a swi thas tar t .The moo n was sh in in g inthro u g h thecir cula r win dow, making s tra ngew hit e sha pes o n th efloor , allquive ri ng
with the sha dows  of the i vysp ray s.  It l o oked s tra nge  and ee rie eno u ghat t h emoment, but she un de r s to od it th e next ,  a nd would ha ve  be en
r e a ssure d if sh e had no t beco m eaw are tha ttherewa s a  lo w sou n d, a 
tramp , tramp,  belo w  her. 'Graciou s  saints! TheT em p l ar !  Hav e m ercy on
me!  Oh! I wa s to o  s lee p y topray!  G u ar d  me from being driv en  wildby
fr ight!' She sa t upright, w i th wide- spre a de yes, and, find ing t hat she
he r self was  in t he moonl ight, thr o u gh someope nin g i n t h e  r oof, she took r efug ein thedar kest co rne r,tho ugh  a ware as s he crouc he dth er e,thati f this w er e i nd eed  theT emplar , con ceal me nt wou ld be v a in , andre me mber ing  s udden ly t h atshe was  out of r eac h  ofth eloophol e-window.

An dtherewithth ere  was a t ired sou nd in the tread, as ift he Temp lar 
foun d hi s weird a  ve ry len gth one; t hen alonghe avy b reath , wi thso mething so e sse ntial ly  hum an in i ts sound that thef lut tering heartbea t mo r e  s tea d il y . I fr eas o n  told her thatthe living  w e re  more
peri l ous  t o her t han the  dead ,  yet fe eling inf initely p re ferr e d  th em! It
mig ht be Na non Rotro u  afte r  a ll; t hen  how f oo lis h tobe cro u chi ng th ere
in  a  frigh t! It  w as rustl ing through the hay. No -no Na non;itis a
male  fi g ure , it hasa lo ng cloak o n.Ah!  it i s i n  themoon l ig ht- s ilver 
hai r --silverb ea rd. T he  Templar! F a s c ina ted w ith dismay , ye t calling to
mind that no ghosthasp o wer  un l essad dressed, she s atst i l l, cross in g
her
stories; and_with that_solace to her alarms,_she endured_the_departure
of her_hosts,_Nanon promising a_visit in the_early morning.

The poor child_was too weary_to_indulge in many terrors, the beneficent
torpor of excessive fatigue was upon her, happily bringing_slumberous
oblivion_instead of_feverish_restlessness._She strove to repeat her
accustomed_orisons; but sleep was too_strong for_her, and she was soon
lying dreamlessly upon the_clean_homely couch prepared_for her.

When she awoke, it was with a start._The moon was shining in through_the
circular window, making_strange_white_shapes on the floor,_all quivering
with the shadows of the_ivy sprays. It looked strange and_eerie enough
at the moment, but she understood_it the next, and would have_been
reassured if she had not_become aware_that there was a low_sound, a
tramp, tramp,_below her._'Gracious saints! The_Templar! Have mercy on
me! Oh! I_was too sleepy_to pray! Guard me from being_driven_wild by
fright!' She_sat_upright,_with wide-spread_eyes, and, finding_that_she
herself was_in_the moonlight, through some opening in_the_roof, she took
refuge in the darkest corner,_though aware as she_crouched_there,
that if this were_indeed the Templar, concealment would_be vain, and
remembering suddenly that she_was out_of reach_of the loophole-window.

And therewith there was a tired sound in the_tread, as if the Templar
found his_weird a very length_one; then_a_long heavy breath,_with
something_so essentially_human in its sound that the fluttering_heart
beat more_steadily. If reason told her that_the living were more
perilous_to_her than the dead, yet feeling_infinitely preferred them! It
might be Nanon_Rotrou after all; then how_foolish_to_be crouching there
in a fright!_It was rustling through the hay._No-no Nanon; it_is a
male figure, it has a long_cloak_on. Ah! it is in the_moonlight-silver
hair--silver_beard. The Templar! Fascinated with dismay,_yet_calling_to
mind that no ghost has_power unless addressed, she sat still,_crossing
her