J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3

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the Evil One, so, in the quiet and healthy air of Golden Friars, a depress

im, and a great deal that was, in the ears of simple folk liv

ke or exaggeration; and if good men turned up their hands and eyes after a new story, and ladies of experience, who knew mankind, held their heads high and looke

h he was tried and sentenced by drum-head over some austere hearths, as a rule the law of gravitation prevailed, and th

h a mulberry-coloured face and small gray eyes, and taciturn habits, called and en

indow looking out on the lake, with its magnifi

making such remarks as she saw fit; and then she looked out of the window, and admired the

o see him, having heard for years

; and listened for the step of the truant Lovelace who

slight shock whe

thing of the gaiety and animation of Versailles, and an evident cultivation of the art of pleasing. What she did see was a remarkable gravity, not to say gloom, of countenance-the only feature of which that struck her being a pair of large dark-gra

e, however, was chatty, and did not seem to care much what he said, or what people thought of him; and there w

ergyman but you, sir, with

r husband. "And southwards, the nearest is Wyllarden-and by a bird's flight that is thirteen miles and a half, and b

gentlemen know how to make money, and like to show people the scenery from a variety of points. No one likes a stra

we, Martin?-And then, you know, coming home is the time you are in a hurry-when you are thinking of yo

in your favour in this place

a proud and mysterious smile, and a

onder you did no

ut all could not come at one bout; there are-

iously; and turning to the vicar he added, "But how unequally bless

hen the fells; and five miles from the foot of the mountain at the other s

asparagus grows very thinly in this part of the world. How thinly clergymen

ou came-and your view is certainly the very best anywhere round this sid

ouldn't be stifled by them long. But I suppose, as we can't get rid of them, the next best thi

e, ha, ha, ha! You wouldn't take a

sun of a morning, for those frightful mount

ll events-that you m

ng barren mountains. I can't conceive what possessed my people to build our house down here, at the edge of a lake; unless it was

a great liking for that kind of scenery, Sir Bale; there is a great deal

ve only got down into a pit and can see nothing rightly. For my part I hate boating, and I hate the water; and I'd rather have my house, like Haworth, at the edge of a moss, with good wholesome peat to look at, and a