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〃I had！ It was hersthe last thing I had of hersand it was shot for wantonness！ It died in my arms。 The man who killed that dog rues it to this day。 For that dumb beast's blood； his best…beloved stands accursed。〃
Her eyes distended； as if she were in a trance and saw the working of her curse。 Again I spoke：…
〃O； woman！〃 I said； 〃that best…beloved； standing accursed before men； is your dead daughter's child。〃
The life； the energy； the passion； came back to the eyes with which she pierced through me； to see if I spoke truth； then； without another question or word； she threw herself on the ground with fearful vehemence； and clutched at the innocent daisies with convulsed hands。
〃Bone of my bone！ flesh of my flesh！ have I cursed theeand art thou accursed？〃
So she moaned； as she lay prostrate in her great agony。 I stood aghast at my own work。 She did not hear my broken sentences； she asked no more； but the dumb confirmation which my sad looks had given that one fact； that her curse rested on her own daughter's child。 The fear grew on me lest she should die in her strife of body and soul； and then might not Lucy remain under the spell as long as she lived？
Even at this moment； I saw Lucy coming through the woodland path that led to Bridget's cottage； Mistress Clarke was with her： I felt at my heart that it was she； by the balmy peace which the look of her sent over me； as she slowly advanced； a glad surprise shining out of her soft quiet eyes。 That was as her gaze met mine。 As her looks fell on the woman lying stiff； convulsed on the earth； they became full of tender pity； and she came forward to try and lift her up。 Seating herself on the turf； she took Bridget's head into her lap； and； with gentle touches； she arranged the dishevelled gray hair streaming thick and wild from beneath her mutch。
〃God help her！〃 murmured Lucy。 〃How she suffers！〃
At her desire we sought for water； but when we returned； Bridget had recovered her wandering senses； and was kneeling with clasped hands before Lucy； gazing at that sweet sad face as though her troubled nature drank in health and peace from every moment's contemplation。 A faint tinge on Lucy's pale cheeks showed me that she was aware of our return； otherwise it appeared as if she was conscious of her influence for good over the passionate and troubled woman kneeling before her； and would not willingly avert her grave and loving eyes from that wrinkled and careworn countenance。
Suddenlyin the twinkling of an eyethe creature appeared； there； behind Lucy； fearfully the same as to outward semblance； but kneeling exactly as Bridget knelt； and clasping her hands in jesting mimicry as Bridget clasped hers in her ecstasy that was deepening into a prayer。 Mistress Clarke cried outBridget arose slowly； her gaze fixed on the creature beyond： drawing her breath with a hissing sound； never moving her terrible eyes； that were steady as stone； she made a dart at the phantom； and caught； as I had done； a mere handful of empty air。 We saw no more of the creatureit vanished as suddenly as it came； but Bridget looked slowly on； as if watching some receding form。 Lucy sat still； white； trembling； droopingI think she would have swooned if I had not been there to uphold her。 While I was attending to her； Bridget passed us； without a word to any one； and； entering her cottage； she barred herself in； and left us without。
All our endeavours were now directed to get Lucy back to the house where she had tarried the night before。 Mistress Clarke told me that； not hearing from me （some letter must have miscarried）； she had grown impatient and despairing； and had urged Lucy to the enterprise of coming to seek her grandmother； not telling her； indeed； of the dread reputation she possessed； or how we suspected her of having so fearfully blighted that innocent girl； but； at the same time； hoping much from the mysterious stirring of blood； which Mistress Clarke trusted in for the removal of the curse。 They had come； by a different route from that which I had taken； to a village inn not far from Coldholme； only the night before。 This was the first interview between ancestress and descendant。
All through the sultry noon I wandered along the tangled brush…wood of the old neglected forest； thinking where to turn for remedy in a matter so complicated and mysterious。 Meeting a countryman； I asked my way to the nearest clergyman； and went； hoping to obtain some counsel from him。 But he proved to be a coarse and common…minded man； giving no time or attention to the intricacies of a case； but dashing out a strong opinion involving immediate action。 For instance； as soon as I named Bridget Fitzgerald； he exclaimed：…
〃The Coldholme witch！ the Irish papist！ I'd have had her ducked long since but for that other papist； Sir Philip Tempest。 He has had to threaten honest folk about here over and over again； or they'd have had her up before the justices for her black doings。 And it's the law of the land that witches should be burnt！ Ay； and of Scripture； too； sir！ Yet you see a papist； if he's a rich squire； can overrule both law and Scripture。 I'd carry a faggot myself to rid the country of her！〃
Such a one could give me no help。 I rather drew back what I had already said； and tried to make the parson forget it； by treating him to several pots of beer； in the village inn； to which we had adjourned for our conference at his suggestion。 I left him as soon as I could； and returned to Coldholme； shaping my way past deserted Starkey Manor…house； and coming upon it by the back。 At that side were the oblong remains of the old moat； the waters of which lay placid and motionless under the crimson rays of the setting sun； with the forest…trees lying straight along each side； and their deep…green foliage mirrored to blackness in the burnished surface of the moat belowand the broken sun…dial at the end nearest the halland the heron； standing on one leg at the water's edge； lazily looking down for fishthe lonely and desolate house scarce needed the broken windows； the weeds on the door…sill； the broken shutter softly flapping to and fro in the twilight breeze； to fill up the picture of desertion and decay。 I lingered about the place until the growing darkness warned me on。 And then I passed along the path； cut by the orders of the last lady of Starkey Manor…House； that led me to Bridget's cottage。 I resolved at once to see her； and； in spite of closed doorsit might be of resolved willshe should see me。 So I knocked at her door； gently； loudly； fiercely。 I shook it so vehemently that a length the old hinges gave way； and with a crash it fell inwards； leaving me suddenly face to face with BridgetI； red； heated； agitated with my so long baffled effortsshe； stiff as any stone； standing right facing me； her eyes dilated with terror； her ashen lips trembling； but her body motionless。 In her hands she held her crucifix； as if by that holy symbol she sought to oppose my entrance。 At sight of me； her whole frame relaxed； and she sank back upon a chair。 Some mighty tension had given way。 Still her eyes looked fearfully into the gloom of the outer air； made more opaque by the glimmer of the lamp inside； which she had placed before the picture of the Virgin。
〃Is she there？〃 asked Bridget； hoarsely。
〃No！ Who？ I am alone。 You remember me。〃
〃Yes；〃 replied she； still terror stricken。 〃But shethat creature has been looking in upon me through that window all day long。 I closed it up with my shawl； and then I saw her feet below the door； as long as it was light； and I knew she heard my very breathingnay； worse； my very prayers； and I could not pray； for her listening choked the words ere they rose to my lips。 Tell me； who is she？ what means that double girl I saw this morning？ One had a look of my dead Mary； but the other curdled my blood； and yet it was the same！〃
She had taken hold of my arm； as if to secure herself some human companionship。 She shook all over with the slight； never…ceasing tremor of intense terror。 I told her my tale as I have told it you； sparing none of the details。
How Mistress Clarke had informed me that the resemblance had driven Lucy forth from her father's househow I had disbelieved； until； with mine own eyes； I had seen another Lucy standing behind my Lucy； the same in form and feature； but with the demon…soul looking out of the eyes。 I told her all； I say； believing that shewhose curse was working so upon the life of her innocent grandchildwas the only person who could find the remedy and the redemption。 When I had done； she sat silent for many minutes。
〃You love Mary's child？〃 she asked。
〃I do； in spite of the fearful working of the curseI love her。 Yet I shrink from her ever since that day on the moor…side。 And men must shrink from one so accompanied； friends and lovers must stand afar off。 Oh； Bridget Fitzgerald！ loosen the curse！ Set her free！〃
〃Where is she？〃
I eagerly caught at the idea that her presence was needed； in order that； by some strange prayer or exorcism； the spell might be reversed。
〃I will go and bring her to you；〃 I exclaimed。 Bridget tightened her hold upon my arm。
〃Not so；〃 said she； in a low； hoarse voice。