Mildred A. Wirt

Summary

Mildred A. Wirt Whispering Walls

Descending into the passageway, the girls retraced their steps to the tiny dugout midway between the thatched roof cottage and the mansion. As they entered the other tunnel, they again heard the throb of jungle drums, and the weird incantation of many guttural voices.
“A chant to the Serpent God!” whispered Lorinda. “Do you hear that high-pitched drum which sounds above the others?”
Penny nodded as she moved forward in the dark, narrow passage.
“It is the Zudi,” Lorinda added. “I would know its tone anywhere! We must recover it, but if what I think is so, it will be a dangerous task!”
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Mildred A. Wirt Whispering Walls

What’s wrong?” cried Lorinda.
With Penny and Celeste, she hastened to the staircase. Mrs. Rhett’s face was as colorless as if she had seen a ghost. Her lips trembled. Without speaking, she pointed to the stair carpet.
There at her feet lay two burnt match ends tied together with a bit of scarlet string.
“An ouange! An evil ouange!” whispered Celeste in horror.
Lorinda turned upon her angrily.
“Celeste, don’t say such things! You know how nervous Mother is, and how easily she becomes upset! If this is one of your charms—”
“No! No!” the woman protested.
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Mildred A. Wirt Whispering Walls

Rhett’s face showed no trace of the affection he had felt for his servant. “Celeste,” he said, “you’ve been dabbling in magic again! What’s this nonsense about my wife being ill and going to die?”
“The truth, Master. Antón and I try hard to save her, but no use. She die next month. Maybe sooner.”
“Get this through your head, Celeste. My wife will not die. She will be as well as you are within two days. All your incantations over the doll were wasted. You plotted to no avail. I am home now, and if you persist in your wickedness, I will meet your so-called magic with stronger magic of my own!”
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