Historical memoirs of Rob Roy and the Clan Macgregor

NOTICES OF LADY GRANGE. 299
and changes ; at times listening to the screech-
ing sea-fowl, as they rose in the air in anticipa-
tion of a storm. These were the only objects
in nature on which she was permitted to look,
or from which she could receive any pleasure.
But she had only occupied this room a few
days when a new object claimed her attention,
and occasioned her great consternation. While
sitting at her window one evening as usual,
watching the descent of the moon, as it vanished
beneath the western main, she heard a hollow
sound, resembling a human voice in distress.
She rose from her seat and listened ; but could
not discover whence it came. It ceased, and
she again took her station at the window, think-
ing that it might have been the wind whistling
among the battlements, or the delusion of her
own disturbed fancy ; but she was speedily un-
deceived, for it returned and convinced her
that it was no deception, although she knew not
how it came.
In a state of great trepidation she went to
bed, but not to sleep. Towards morning she
again heard the voice more distinctly than
before. She instantly got out of bed, and went
to the window, from which she could observe a
human figure pacing slowly along a balcony