Oh. It is only the wind,” she thoug

Oh. It is only the wind,” she thought & went on putting her hair in papers, but her eyes were still fixed on her own reflection & the reflection of her husband’s portrait in the loking-glass. Suddenly it seemed to her that in the glass she saw one of the eyes of the portrait move. It gave her a shock. "I must make sure,” she thought & moved the candle so that the light fell on the eye in the glass. Now she was sure that it moved. But not only that, it seemed to give her a wink exactly as her husband used to do when he was living. Now my aunt got really frightened … her heart began to beast fast. She suddenly remembered all the fright full stories about ghosts & criminals that she had heard.
But her fear soon was over. Next moment, my aunt who, as I have said, had a remarkably strong will, became calm. She went on arranging her hair. She even sang her favourite song in a low voice and did not make a single false note. She again moved the candle and while moving it she overturned her workbox. Then she took the candle and began without any hurry to pick up the articles one by one from the floor. She picked up something near the door, then opened the door, looked for a moment into the corridor as if in doubt whether to go and then walked quickly out.
She hurried down the stairs and ordered the servants to arm themselves with anything they could find. She herself caught a red-hot poker and, followed by her frightened servants, returned almost at once. They entered the room. All was still and exactly in the same order as when she had left it. They approached the portrait of my uncle. "Pull down the picture,” ordered my aunt.
A heavy sigh was heard from the portrait. The servants stepped back in fear. "Pull it down at once,” cried my aunt impatiently. The picture was pulled down, and from a hiding-place behind it, they dragged out a big, black-bearded fellow with a knife as long as my arm, but trembling with fear from head to foot. He confessed that he had stolen into my aunt’s room to get her box of money and jewels, when all the house was asleep. He had once been a servant in the house and before my aunt’s arrival had helped to put the house in order. He had noticed the hiding-place when the portrait had been put up. In order to see what was going on in the room he had made a hole in one of the eyes of the portrait.
My aunt did not send for the police. She could do very well without them: she liked to take the law into her own hands. She had her own ideas of clean lines also. She ordered the servants to draw the man through the horse-pond in order to wash away his crimes, and then to dry him well with a wooden "towel”.


But through my aunt was a very brave woman, this adventure was too much even for her. She often used to say:” It is most unpleasant for a woman to live alone in the country.” Soon after she gave her hand to the rich gentleman

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Ох. Это только ветер, она думала и пошел на положить ее волосы в документах, но ее глаза по-прежнему были устремлены на ее собственных размышлений и отражение портрет ее мужа в loking стекла. Вдруг казалось ей, что в стекле увидела один из глаз портрет переезда. Он дал ей шок. «Я должен убедиться,» она думала и переехал свечи так, чтобы свет падал на глаз в стекле. Теперь она была уверена, что он перемещается. Но не только это, казалось, дать ей мультик точно так, как ее муж делать, когда он жил. Теперь моя тетя действительно испугалась... зверь быстро начал ее сердце. Она вдруг вспомнила все страх полной истории о призраков и преступников, которые она услышала.Но страх вскоре было кончено. Следующий момент, моя тетя, кто, как я уже сказал, было удивительно сильный стал спокойным. Она пошла на организацию ее волосы. Она даже пел ее любимая песня тихим голосом и не сделать один фальшивая нота. Она снова переехала свечу и перемещая его она отменила ее вооружении. Затем она взяла свечи и начал без каких-либо спешат забрать статей по одному от пола. Она взял что-то около двери, а затем открыл дверь, посмотрел на мгновение в коридор как будто в сомневаюсь, идти ли и потом ходил быстро вне.She hurried down the stairs and ordered the servants to arm themselves with anything they could find. She herself caught a red-hot poker and, followed by her frightened servants, returned almost at once. They entered the room. All was still and exactly in the same order as when she had left it. They approached the portrait of my uncle. "Pull down the picture,” ordered my aunt.A heavy sigh was heard from the portrait. The servants stepped back in fear. "Pull it down at once,” cried my aunt impatiently. The picture was pulled down, and from a hiding-place behind it, they dragged out a big, black-bearded fellow with a knife as long as my arm, but trembling with fear from head to foot. He confessed that he had stolen into my aunt’s room to get her box of money and jewels, when all the house was asleep. He had once been a servant in the house and before my aunt’s arrival had helped to put the house in order. He had noticed the hiding-place when the portrait had been put up. In order to see what was going on in the room he had made a hole in one of the eyes of the portrait.My aunt did not send for the police. She could do very well without them: she liked to take the law into her own hands. She had her own ideas of clean lines also. She ordered the servants to draw the man through the horse-pond in order to wash away his crimes, and then to dry him well with a wooden "towel”. But through my aunt was a very brave woman, this adventure was too much even for her. She often used to say:” It is most unpleasant for a woman to live alone in the country.” Soon after she gave her hand to the rich gentleman