The man's lips moved, but no sound was audible.
Maisie clasped his arm. "Was it really a ghost?" she whispered, with a horrified glance over her shoulder. "Oh, let us go then, quickly; it may come back; it's so lonely here."
For answer David put his hand to his throat with a sudden sharp intake of breath.
"Go away— go away," he managed to gasp out. She fell hack a few paces, her frightened eyes glued to his face.
"But why won't you let me touch you? I want to be near you, David."
"No, no," he muttered. "Keep away. It's— it's— oh, Maisie, it's the Curse!"
At the last word he shivered like one in an ague, and backed away still farther from the girl, his outstretched
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A WHOLE WEEK went by, and still Maisie, beside herself with constant anxiety, saw and heard nothing of David.
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