"Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother
conceive me," she cried out. "If I ain't done wrong, mebbe them
that's come before me did, and when the Evil One and the Powers of
Darkness is abroad I'm liable, I'm liable!" Then she laughed loud
and long and shrill.
"If you don't hush up," said David, but still with that white
terror and horror on his own face, "I'll bundle you out in that
vacant lot whether or no. I mean it."
Then Cordelia was quiet, after one wild roll of her eyes at him.
The colour was returning to Adrianna's cheeks; her mother was
drinking hot tea in spasmodic gulps.
"It's after midnight," she gasped, "and I don't believe they'll
come again to-night. Do you, David?"
"No, I don't," said David conclusively.
"Oh, David, we mustn't stay another night in this awful house."
"We won't. To-morrow we'll pack off bag and baggage to Townsend
Centre, if it takes all the fire department to move us," said
David.
Adrianna smiled in the midst of her terror. She thought of Abel
Lyons.
The next day Mr. Townsend went to the real estate agent who had
sold him the house.
"It's no use," he said, "I can't stand it.
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