Three Ghost Stories

He brought down with him to our haunted house a little cask of salt beef; for, he is always convinced that all salt beef not of his own pickling,

power of silent boredom absolutely Titanic

Alfred is a young fellow who pretends to be “fast”

Alfred’s—for Woman’s mission, Woman’s rights, Woman’s wrongs, and everything that is woman’s with a capital W, or is not and ought to be, or is and ought not to be. “Most praiseworthy, my dear,

We know they come here to be frightened and infect one another, and we know they are frightened and do infect one another,”

We know they come here to be frightened and infect one another, and we know they are frightened and do infect one another,”

Alfred Starling, an uncommonly agreeable young fellow of eight-and-twenty for whom I have the greatest liking

her silence would throw me more heavily than the Admirable Crichton could have done in a verbal disputation for a purse of money.

At last, our comfortable housekeeping got to be so disorganised and wretched, that I one night dejectedly said to my sister: “Patty, I begin to despair of our getting people to go on with us here, and I think we must give this up.”

production of the largest and most transparent tears I ever met with