human
And did you really see the ghost? asked Sophy, who was dying with curiosity to hear the tale from his own mouth. And she drew a low bench beside him, and gazed earnestly up into his face.
gpt
I thought the stories about it were all humbug,--a trick played off upon the public by that worthless scamp, Bob Mason.
human
Don't speak of it now, my pretty maid. Let you and I talk of something else.
gpt
But I should like so to know all about it. You said, when you were coming to, out of that frightful fit, that it was the ghost of a Mr. Carlos.
human
Then I was a fool! muttered Noah; but, recovering himself, he said,--
gpt
I was one of the band of men who found the body of Squire Carlos, on the night he was murdered in his own plantation, by Bill Martin, a notorious smuggler and poacher. I was very young at the time; the Squire had been a kind friend to me and my mother; and the horrid sight made such a powerful impression on my mind, that it almost deprived me of my senses, and it has haunted me ever since. I see him at all hours of the day, but most generally the vision comes before me at night, and produces these terrible fits. The doctors call it disease--I think it fate.
human
How dreadful!