Four Ghost Stories. Molesworth Mrs.
Graham?" repeated Anne, and to herself her voice sounded almost like a scream. "What about him? Have you heard anything?"
"It's him, ma'am – him himself!" said Ambrose. "He's in the library. I'm a little afraid, ma'am, there may be something wrong – he looked so strange and he did not answer when I spoke to him. But he's in the library, ma'am."
Anne did not wait to hear more. She rushed past Ambrose, across the landing, and down the two flights of steps which led to the library – a half-way house room, between the ground-floor and the drawing-room – almost before his voice had stopped. At the door she hesitated a moment, and in that moment all sorts of wild suppositions flashed across her brain. What was it? What was she going to hear? Had Kenneth turned back half-way out to India for her sake? Had some trouble befallen him, in which he had come to seek her sympathy? What could it be? and her heart beating so as almost to suffocate her, she opened the door.
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