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"No, no," said the old woman, seating herself on a large

arm-chair, and regarding her with a mingled expression of alarm

and rage. She looked at the bed, and did not very well relish the

idea of being banished from it for the night, as it was very

cold; but she hoped at least for a good supper. Lucy felt neither

cold nor hunger; she remained stupified with grief and terror;

her ideas became vague and confused as in the delirium of a

fever.

She shuddered at hearing a knock at the door. "Who is there?"

cried she, "who is there? Don't let any one come in."

"It is only Martha, bringing something to eat."

"Shut, shut the door!" cried Lucy.