"Poor Edward," returned Rebecca.
"That is all you have to groan for," said Caroline. "There is
nothing else."
"I am going to bed," said Mrs. Brigham. "I sha'n't be able to be
at the funeral if I don't."
Soon the three sisters went to their chambers and the south parlor
was deserted. Caroline called to Henry in the study to put out the
light before he came upstairs. They had been gone about an hour
when he came into the room bringing the lamp which had stood in the
study. He set it on the table and waited a few minutes, pacing up
and down. His face was terrible, his fair complexion showed livid;
his blue eyes seemed dark blanks of awful reflections.
Then he took the lamp up and returned to the library. He set the
lamp on the centre table, and the shadow sprang out on the wall.
Again he studied the furniture and moved it about, but
deliberately, with none of his former frenzy. Nothing affected the
shadow. Then he returned to the south room with the lamp and again
waited. Again he returned to the study and placed the lamp on the
table, and the shadow sprang out upon the wall.
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