Then she went on again: "I sat down just for a minute or two, and I turned over queer--so queer, ma'am, that I went and drew the curtains of one of the windows.

Of course it's a much bigger room than I'm generally accustomed to occupy, as you know, ma'am.
And I just threw up the window--it's what they call a guillotine window--and there I saw the water, you know, ma'am, in what they call the moat--" "Yes," said Miss Farrow languidly.

"Yes, Pegler, go on." "As I looked down, ma'am, I had an awful turn.

There seemed to me to be something floating about in the water, a little narrow thing like a child's body--and--and all on a sudden a small white face seemed to look up into mine! Oh, it was 'orrible!" Pegler did not often drop an aitch, but when she did so forget herself, she did it thoroughly.
"As I went on looking, fascinated-like"-- she was speaking very slowly now--"whatever was down there seemed to melt away.

I didn't say nothing that evening of what had happened to me, but I couldn't keep myself from thinking of it.