The Silence of Grace Poole

While i paced softly on the last sound i expected to hear in so still a region, a laugh, struck my ear. It was a curious laugh, distinct, formal, mirthless. Missus fairfax, i called out, for now i heard her descending the great stairs. Did you hear that loud laugh? Who is it? Some of the servants? Very likely. She answered, perhaps grace poole. I again inquired, yes, plainly. The laugh was repeated in its low syllabic tone and terminated in an odd murmur. For though the laugh was as tragic, as preternatural a laugh as any i have heard, and but that it was high noon

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