It was she--" But at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.
They halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.
"Geraldine!" wailed the voice.

"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!" "It was going on just like this," whispered Mrs.Buzza, "when I came along.

I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy." "Geraldine!" continued the voice.

"Oh! dig my grave--my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair.

Geraldine, my Geraldine!" "Moggridge, by all that's holy!" cried Sam.
It was even so.