"Come, Sophy," said Dudley Veneer, "get your things and go. They will
take good care of you at the Mountain House; and when we have made sure
that there is no real danger, you shall come back at once."
"No, Masse!" Sophy answered. "I've seen Elsie into th' ground, 'n' I
a'n't goin' away to come back 'n' fin' Masse Veneer buried under th'
rocks. My darlin' 's gone; 'n' now, if Masse goes, 'n' th' of place
goes, it's time for Ol' Sophy to go, too. No, Masse Veneer, we'll both
stay in th' of mansion 'n' wait for th' Lord!"
Nothing could change the old woman's determination; and her master, who
only feared, but did not really expect the long-deferred catastrophe, was
obliged to consent to her staying. The sudden drying of the well at such
a time was the most alarming sign; for he remembered that the same thing
had been observed just before great mountain-slides. This long rain,
too, was just the kind of cause which was likely to loosen the strata of
rock piled up in the ledges; if the dreaded event should ever come to
pass, it would be at such a time.
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