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it! I saw her, Jacintha, I saw her but this moment!"
She threw herself upon Jacintha's bosom.
"You saw her?—Saw whom?
"My mother's ghost!"
"Christ Jesus!" cried Jacintha; and, starting from the bed, let fall Antonia upon the pillow, and fled in consternation out of the room.
As she hastened down stairs, she met Flora ascending them.
"Go to your mistress, Flora," said she; "here are rare doings! Oh! I am the most unfortunate woman alive! My house is filled with ghosts and dead bodies, and the Lord knows what besides; yet I am sure nobody likes such company less than I do. But go your way to Donna Antonia, Flora, and let me go mine."
Thus saying, she continued her course to the street-door, which she opened; and, without allowing herself time to throw onher
