Chapter 51
SARAH MATILDA COMES TO LIGHT Some time after this interview, one day as I sat, sad enough, in my room, looking listlessly from the window, with good Mary Quince, whom, whether in the house or in my melancholy rambles, I always had by my side, I was startled by the sound of a loud and shrill female voice, in violent hysterical action, gabbling with great rapidity, sobbing, and very nearly screaming in a sort of fury. I started up, staring at the door. 'Lord bless us!' cried honest Mary Quince, with round eyes and mouth agape, staring in the same direction. 'Mary--Mary, what can it be?' 'Are they beating some one down yonder? I don't know where it comes from,' gasped Quince. 'I will--I will--I'll see her. It's her I want. Oo--hoo--hoo--hoo--oo--o--Miss Maud Ruthyn of Knowl. Miss Ruthyn
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