A disagreeable thrill shot through her , as she assured herself of the fact by groping along the narrow bed . Standing in the shadow of the curtain , she stared about the dusky room , in which objects were visible by the light of a new moon . `` Lord bless me , what is the boy about ! I do believe it was him I saw in the -- '' She got no further in her mental exclamation for the sound of light approaching footsteps neared her . Slipping around the bed she waited in the shadow , and a moment after Paul appeared , looking pale and ghostly , with dark , disheveled hair , wide-open eyes , and a cloak thrown over his shoulders . Without a pause he flung it off , laid himself in bed , and seemed to sleep at once . `` Paul ! Paul ! '' whispered Hester , shaking him , after a pause of astonishment at the whole proceeding . `` Hey , what is it ? '' And he sat up , looking drowsily about him . `` Come , come , no tricks , boy . What are you doing , trailing about the house at this hour and in such trim ? '' `` Why , Hester , is it you ? '' he exclaimed with a laugh , as he shook off her grip and looked up at her in surprise . `` Yes , and well it is me . If it had been any of those silly girls , the house would have been roused by this time . What mischief is afoot that you leave your bed and play ghost in this wild fashion ? '' `` Leave my bed ! Why , my good soul , I have n't stirred , but have been dreaming with all my might these two hours .
What do you mean , XXXXX ? ''
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