J.S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 5

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toward the table on which stood the massive old candlestick, capped with its extinguisher, and in that position he clo

thing as large as a rat make a sudden bounce in the middle of his bolster, just under his head. Then a voice said "Oh!" very gently, close at the back of his head. All these things he felt certain of, and yet investig

ey-pots; and my Uncle Watson, although he prayed and meditated as was his wont when he lay awake, felt his heart throb

e day. At last another little doze seems to have stolen upon his senses, for he awoke quietly and compl

tall extinguisher, stood on the centre of the black mahogany table as before; and, looking by what seemed a so

ir of wee legs, in short silk stockings and buckled shoes, then the rest of the figure; and, with the arms holding about the socket, the little legs stretched and stretched, hanging about the stem of the candlestick till the feet reached the base, and so down the satyr-like leg of the table, till they reached the flo

y nearly in profile at the bedside, a handsome and elegantly shaped young man, in a bygone military costume, with a s

lt of his rapier glittering in the firelight; and then walking across the room he placed himself at the dressing-table, visible through the divided