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The
elder
culprit
had
ceased
from
sobbing
,
and
was
hanging
upon
Tom
's
words
with
an
excited
interest
and
a
growing
hope
.
Tom
noticed
this
,
and
it
strongly
inclined
his
sympathies
toward
her
in
her
perilous
and
unfriended
situation
.
Presently
he
asked
--
"
How
wrought
they
to
bring
the
storm
?
"
"
By
pulling
off
their
stockings
,
sire
.
"
This
astonished
Tom
,
and
also
fired
his
curiosity
to
fever
heat
.
He
said
,
eagerly
--
"
It
is
wonderful
!
Hath
it
always
this
dread
effect
?
"
"
Always
,
my
liege
--
at
least
if
the
woman
desire
it
,
and
utter
the
needful
words
,
either
in
her
mind
or
with
her
tongue
.
"
Tom
turned
to
the
woman
,
and
said
with
impetuous
zeal
--
"
Exert
thy
power
--
I
would
see
a
storm
!
"
There
was
a
sudden
paling
of
cheeks
in
the
superstitious
assemblage
,
and
a
general
,
though
unexpressed
,
desire
to
get
out
of
the
place
--
all
of
which
was
lost
upon
Tom
,
who
was
dead
to
everything
but
the
proposed
cataclysm
.
Seeing
a
puzzled
and
astonished
look
in
the
woman
's
face
,
he
added
,
excitedly
--
