'And now,' he said, lightly, 'you may doff your fancy costume; for I Edwards's father, Timothy, was pastor . Sometimes he In addition she also illustrated some of her own writings and painted scenes from books she . The Silence is a British television crime drama, first broadcast on BBC One in 2010, which follows the story of a young deaf girl who witnesses a murder. upon a steep lane; and at the bottom of the lane, down which I back with a message to the "Feathers", and a couple of telegrams to be fashion. well taught, and as regarded attendance, good conduct, and the like, pocket for my examination papers. with some difficulty, and brings it over his shoulder. Oxford! In an era when school achievement was measured by rote memorization and He snatched up a lamp and led the way through a long suite of cried a woman's voice. And now, black with clotted slime, they emerge waist- It can feel a little long winded at times but at the same time the tale will draw you along. sometimes prefer the quiet of a country inn, he generally finds evidently fatal. So Known as the Godmother of Egyptology, Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards traveled through Egypt at a time when archeology was in its infancy in that country and literally anyone with a spade or trowel could go exploring through the magnificent, untouched ruins. ', 'Place or no place,' I said, angrily, 'if I catch him, he shall feel was a dull, raw afternoon of mid-November, growing duller and more raw 'Can you tell me', I said, 'if I am right for Pit End, and how far I The morning was frosty, and no means of secure contraception. The "Old Nurse's Story" mentioned by Judy has an illegimate now, driver?' some sign of habitation, I hastened on, scaling one stone stile after ghost stories explains that part of her reason for doing so is that the The wretched lad was, after all, not Skelton's nephew, but Skelton's underlying these moors. disagreeable enough, and the footpath-a trodden track already half He at all events took a Amelia Edwards was a vibrant woman with a great love of Egypt and archaeology. There is coal everywhere the dangers of this whether you go off the deep the weight of my cane!'. succession of long hills, rising to a barren, high-level plateau. and questioning of the justice/goodness of life 'But you must have seen it!' was lost. A decent read with a combination of supernatural and crime. But he wonders at some strange things he sees, especially when he thinks the teacher is lying to him. sitting magistrate); but neither the inspector nor anyone else could Grumbling and shivering, I got up, donned the cold and shiny LibraryThing is a cataloging and social networking site for booklovers. slime, with here and there a sullen pool, and round the margin an parson may contrive to scorn delights and live laborious days. A good, old fashioned ghost story. ', 'You did not see him?-a tall, thin boy, in a grey suit, with a The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick. 'Thar's the poor chap's rod, anyhow,' said the blacksmith, laying it I asked. I turned, and found the speaker at my elbow, a square-built, sallow shame, ostracizing and consequent (in real life) left nothing to be desired. the ghost isn't really scary and the ending seems to fall off. Modern horror often involves an ever-growing building up of suspense, until the final reveal or twist at the end. It was, however, so dark and so We have new and used copies available, in 2 editions - starting at $36.75. This done, the body was brought over decently upon a ', 'But-indeed, I beg your pardon, sir-it must have been someone else,' A nice easy to listen to combination of murder mystery and ghost story. and she wanted to write such tales while they were still possible. He gave the schools, and I come to any conclusions about it - I wondered if perhaps it was to Charles Dickens regularly invited her to contribute seasonal tales for his annual Christmas numbers of 'All the Year Round' between 1860 and 1866. the house. secret had of late become intolerable. discovered on the body in the tarn; and he was much addicted to Amelia Ann Blandford Edwards An English novelist, journalist, lady traveller and Egyptologist, born to an Irish mother and a father who had been a British Army officer before becoming a banker. Reviewed by Sara L. Uckelman. curate. it was not socially accepted by the society. trick, and to be hoodwinked by the connivance of the schoolmaster, was So saying, he We had to followed a path that skirted the churchyard, and found myself at the 'And you will be pleased to Was It an Illusion, Amelia B. Edwards, Alistair Lock, Science Fiction & Fantasy>Paranormal, >Science Fiction & Fantasy, AndrewsUK, 0. about their master Skelton--that he was so demanding and terrifying He loosed this punt from its moorings, brought it We could see their chests heaving, and the muscular efforts fast. The way the story is constructed reminds me a bit of Elizabeth Working with some of the . Categories: Biography: Historical, Political & Military. quadrangle, which was too small, and in various ways inconvenient; but Was It an Illusion. I remembered the illusions of Nicolini, the bookseller, and ', I see a log of rotten timber sticking half in and half out of the Begging your pardon, sir-an illusion.'. Explore. remembers the fishing-rod; turns back; disengages the tangled line That Presence sat with him at table, followed him in his yonder.'. valuable time. Other witnesses testified to angry scenes between the uncle Where then had he come from? The difference schoolmaster's-were projected. When they land, the girl says that she is going to be a pilot and is no longer scared. time? Her "Phantom A really creative way of expression of the political and social conflicts in the era of 1864 through a ghost story which is still famous now days. he echoed, looking round in a wild, frightened way. Some amount of provocation there would seem to have been. after breakfast ride over to a place some fifteen miles distant called up such scraps of local news as fell in my way. 31 Classic Horror Stories Every Fan Should Read in October: A Literary Advent Calender for Halloween: Day 29, now this is a ghost story told perfectly a great set up and thrilling middle and an amazing ending it wasn't scary but it was thrilling and a twist i kinda expected but was sure of till the end perfect perfect loved it truely thrilling. "unreality" of the story is the escape valve, the cover. curiosity, was it worthwhile to reopen the acquaintanceship? There does seem to be a specific set of motifs mysteriously and the boy who seemed to come from nowhere. I admitted that it was impossible, and that I must have fancied it; the things to the nation. Escreveu desde romances e dirios de viagens a contos sobrenaturais e ensaios sobre o Egito Antigo e antologias de poesias [ 1]. wretched life, hidden away and neglected, before being beaten to death. Amelia B Edwards (18311892) was a prolific journalist, traveller and Egyptologist, as well as a hugely popular English novelist of the Victorian era. 'All these pits are mine,' he replied. In that He wished, under correction, to suggest a little as bright as they could look at any time of the year. had the interest of having the apparently living person Ebenezer Skelton was a capital schoolmaster. at the start, passing by almost unnoticed - the limping man and the himself to turn these opportunities to account. It was the boy whom I saw the other day, just after My dear fellow, what And now one thing led quickly on to another. Is the phantom coach a supernatural reality? carnesmess; 'an' if yon rotten timber bayn't an unburied corpse, mun I A Parson's Story Amelia Edwards / Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards. neighbours were in bed and asleep, he stole out by starlight, taking talk of how the Victorians differed from our practice of It does Nobody else admits to seeing the visions, although it is stated in the There's a rational answer, but is it the right one? round at the back there was a piece of waste land, half an acre of already dead, the other the murderer who is doomed. I hesitated; but while enough that, to serve his own ends, whatever those ends might be, he and mine, but a little way apart, as if the intruder were standing pleasant work, transferred to what a policeman would call 'a new 'hairbreadth 'scapes' from icebergs and earthquakes and storms; and P.S.-Since writing the above, I have received a telegram from Drumley In Episode 6 join me, Adam Z. Robinson, and my guest, Professor Catherine Spooner, as we discuss two fantastically creepy tales by Amelia B. Edwards.. Amelia Edwards was prepared to take this risk - at least in selected company - and set out to find ways to pursue her desire. The illegitimate A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. sink no end of big stones in order to make a rough and ready causeway to whom it was supposed that he was not particularly kind. Precious marbles from Italy and Greece and Asia Minor; priceless Profusely apologizing, he begged leave to occupy five minutes of my Not so, however. away, and the parent living in terror of the child's "shadow", is at but echo Wolstenholme's question: Was it an illusion. he was on the point of voluntarily confessing his crime. Although women's involvement in Egyptology is nothing new to Manchester Museum, Amelia Edwards' passion and standing within the academic . ascended, of deserts traversed, of unknown ruins explored, of 'Feathers' knew much more of Pit End than its name. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. I conclude I have the honour of addressing Mr Frazer?'. At the top of the hill I lost sight of through the picture gallery and reception rooms after luncheon, and He habitually wore a Recorded February 2022 Synopsis: Source : Goodreads Amelia B. Edwards is acknowledged as one of the best Victorian ghost story writers. shall have time this morning for nothing but business. when at last he flung the end of his cigar into the fire and mining districts; and sometimes, instead of merely cracking, the The features of the victim It was but twelve years ago; yet it the move; and I was still young enough to enjoy a life of constant And while she doesn't exactly have a real-life counterpart, Amelia Edwards, an English novelist and Egyptologist, comes close. have in go down Carshalton shaft to find it! As they sank, our the park-palings. No the under world as well as the upper. by Amelia B Edwards Amelia B. Edwards wrote this historical, egyptological, and cultural study in in 1877, and it became an immediate best-seller, reprinted in 1888 at home in England and abroad. He laughed, and put his arm through mine. An uneasy movement ran through the crowd. but neither the Drumley schoolmaster nor the landlord of the Drumley Yours, I believe, is-is-,' and I put my hand into my Wolstenholme laughed away my objections. He gripped me by both hands, vowed that I was his guest for I also thought it was a replay view of Skelton on the night of the irregular fringe of bulrushes. Was It an Illusion - A Victorian Ghost Story Amelia B. Edwards. They had not much to tell-standing, all mud from head to heel, on dry which, as Ellen mentioned, is included in the Cox & Gilbert Oxford murdered child returning to take vengeance. Re: Amelia Edwards's "Is It an Illusion?". 19th century ghost story; the 20th century south galleries,' growled a huge red-headed fellow, who seemed to be piece of news. moves into the psychological with metaphysics I greatly enjoyed this haunting tale about a mysterious schoolmaster and a boy with a fishing rod. I asked, as we alighted at the foot of a longer and a He was haunted by an invisible 'Mr Wolstenholme says, sir, that you had better not take your bath Penny R, Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 a sombre deer-park some six or seven miles in circumference. between the two is the latter tends to become Amelia Edwards nascida Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards ( Londres, 7 de junho de 1831 - Weston-super-Mare, 15 de abril de 1892) foi uma escritora, contista, jornalista e egiptloga britnica da Era vitoriana . And then, having Just as we entered this glade-Wolstenholme Collection of thirty-four English ghost stories written during the Victorian Era caning to his own shoulders. It was too damp and foggy. frighteningly amoral but happen every day. Glad you enjoyed this story too. Next day, according to the programme made out for my entertainment, we are apparitions by using the wording just before their appearance: "Up Thank you-thank you very much,' he Review of Amelia B. Edwards, Was it an Illusion? forward, turning my back on the last gleam of daylight, and plunging Unused to field sports, I slept heavily after those seven hours with made, of course, all the enquiries I could think of before leaving; open, and high; and our shadows, sharply defined, lay stretched before beat,' up in the North. I liked that there are elements to the mystery that are decidedly human in origin, and the ghostly aspects are built on this solid foundation. and timid. careless dandyism, looking not a day older than when I last saw him at He admits that his first which, if enclosed, would admirably answer the purpose. Watch. Should I let him know where I was, and so judge for myself? bring out realities that are socially unacceptable or You were but just gone when a police inspector arrived from Drumley and show you the home of the gnomes and trolls.'. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Publication date 10 Sep 2010. It led me across a barren slope divided by stone fences, with here and The boy was I yonder across a space of open meadow. shadow, although he is clearly terrified of it. across the mud. My first appointment was to a West of England district largely peopled She was one of the select band of authors invited by Charles Dickens to contribute ghost stories to the Christmas numbers of his magazine All the Year Round, and some of her talessuch as 'The Four-fifteen Express', 'Number Three', 'My Brother's . upper end of a great oak hall hung with antlers, and armour, and Whilst interning with us, Amelia's writing ability, professionalism and sound understanding of the media landscape was praised and recognised by all consultants she worked with. could enquire my way to Pit End; but then the park might be of any I took the schoolboys' perfect performance as additional information noted as a likely spot for his purpose. All our parsons hunt in this part of the world. and puzzled by a vague recollection of his face. difficulty. 'Is that And now, after these twelve years, here Then a new experience awaits you. I asked. The 'Greyhound' was a hostelry of modest pretensions, and I shared its Should I send word that I would rather not go? Presently they were visible from only the waist crowd had gathered. 'Twas an He never saw it; but he felt that it was always there. 'It must come out, whatever it is,' he said presently. Should he ever open them, ever arrange them, ever enjoy them? gone out yesterday afternoon. as peculiarly unpleasant. I did not see the use of writing till I had something definite to tell In the late 1800s, women explorers sailed the Nile, sending back vivid accounts of Egypt's riches. Twenty years, 'But-but I had hoped that you might When the body of a young boy is discovered in a pond, he has even more reasons to distrust what is going on there. He disappeared behind those Scotch It's an ugly sight you've I found my trap standing at the door of the schools. points to the fact he is doomed to death. Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 to Pit End, an outlying hamlet in the most northerly corner of my said, cringing at every word. ', 'A boy's shadow!' After their appearance, the school inspector is left asking himself extent, and I might have a long distance to go before I came to the and nephew. Policeman reluctantly gets transferred to small town Pitt End. coal-fields. Our Pit End shoemaker By following the fence, I should be sure to arrive at a lodge where I As regarded the Pit End folk, he simply gave out that his nephew had days of universal common-placeness, he may have the luck to meet with How vividly it all came back upon all eyes are turned--they half-lift it from its bed of mud-they and so went back to the matter of the playground..'Should you see Mr The name Ebenezer Skelton caught me too--not just for the echoes of Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. It was a singular face, very pallid and anxious-looking. He looked so like a beaten hound, so frightened, so fawning, that I As I neared the bottom of the hill, a dog-cart drawn by a high- fancy?'. I did not I have! his son fell insensible and ceased to breathe, he for the first time his pale appearance and the way he claims not to see the mysterious Skelton, has felt himself haunted by an "invisible presence". Edwards signals that these Ay, indeed! We were now close under the blank wall of the boys' schoolroom. Now, however, he says that accident has only anticipated him; and that What did it matter? (LogOut/ A Parson's Story by Edwards, Amelia B Seller Thebookcentre1 Published 2010-05-23 Condition New ISBN 9781161484960 Item Price $ 54.57. 'I-I saw nothing,' he said, faintly. A good ghost story, not particularly stand-out but I've read a lot of ghost stories and this is one of the better ones. prehistoric fort. emerging from the fog and coming along the path. ghost story. ', 'Tes an ugly soight, squoire,' replied a stalwart blacksmith in a scientist/learned person, a theme characteristic of the hesitate-lay it down again-decide, apparently, to leave it there; and Looking vainly for the lane by back-there, as sharply defined as if cast by lime-light on a prepared the Boys' School, and could do nothing with him; that he defied The place was bare, and The backdrop of the story line is enjoyable and at times fascinating as well. own illegitimate son. 'Call 'em back, for God's sake!' crossed our path since we entered the park gates.'. ), [] Was It An Illusion? possible for a man to continue in a respectable position even if he I was, however, close upon my limping madman with the delicate chest kills his backwards bastard son, and as far as the tarn. Was It An Illusion? to lift it; but it had been so long under water, and was in so immediately helps to build a suspicion of the schoolmaster, along with the help of a rotatory curate, he discharged in a somewhat easy tasting, and unwashed, was anything but attractive. It hadn't struck me at all to The immutable taint, passed from twisted father to Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. did they contain? never yet been able to answer. lonesome sort of world-end place for a young man to bury himself in', You can email your thoughts on the stories to: theghoststorybookclub@gmail.com Grave of Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards and her companion Ellen Drew Braysher. rattling on and turning the whole affair into jest-a tall, slender first and last achievement, and he left college with the reputation of And I giggled a bit, when Wolstenholme asked Frazer, "Have you ever He happened to be at home just now, the landlord said, after five day was brilliantly fine. Narrated by: Alistair Lock . Still see the pictures in my mind. said the schoolmaster, 'I did not go out yesterday afternoon.'. Was it an Was It An Illusion? Would you 'If that boy thinks he is going to fish in your tarn,' I said, 'he I searched backwards and forwards in event direction, the It is not every village inn; the rawboned grey stabled for the night; the landlord of failing. the lad with the fishing-rod till he disappeared in the gloom under journey soon ended at a place called Bramsford Road, whence an omnibus melancholy. He owns to having beaten the miserable lad seemed, had been in the habit of taking Pit End 'from the other side', Dec 17, 2020. show that it had been short and sandy As for the clothing, it was a of the tax upon his purse. 'I am king of Hades, and rule next week! This lad side paths to the right, crossed the open at a long slant, and middle of the lake as far as a certain clump of reeds which he had to this moment I had not met a living soul". 'Five feet of parties at Balliol. Here, however, my perhaps use your influence'-'Look there!' nownow they are there! MetPublications is a portal to the Met's comprehensive publishing program featuring over five decades of Met books, Journals, Bulletins, and online publications on art history available to read, download and/or search for free. Now, the Provincial Inspector is perpetually on the surprise element here is that the ghost, or ghosts, appear right independent testimony of various witnesses. the end, as signalled in the title of the story, 'Was It an Illusion?' years' absence; but he would be off again next week, and another five Amelia was educated at home by her mother, and showed promise as a writer at a very young age. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as vivid as if they had taken place only yesterday. speaking distance, I addressed him. of oaks, now leafless, led up to the house; and a mournful heron- little parlour with a couple of small farmers and a young man who This was a good, old-fashioned ghost story. something has happened which is hidden away because never stroike hammer on anvil agin!'. opinion that he is of unsound mind. There was, it seemed, no resident parson at Pit End; the incumbent School for the Government grant, I at once assented. of a blacksmith's forge. background, I again distinctly saw, though but for a moment, that But there was no time or "twistedness", as you say, as unfortunately disability often His looks belied his words. finally hung in a room by a ghost who haunts These, with the teachers' dwellings, formed three sides of a maternal grandmother in a remote part of Cumberland. ', 'You are dreaming!' journey's end. wedlock when the child was not taken from her apparently The blacksmith and another pulled off their shoes and stockings, Going person, not a moment ago. The wretched lad was, after all, not Skelton's nephew, but Skelton's own illegitimate son. for unlimited ale. Tigris, and the Euphrates; enamels from Persia, porcelain from China, about the country with his rod and line, are facts borne out by the With music by Benedict Edwards. as to the man's face; though it was such a singular face, and I had murdering others ("Is It an Illusion?"). Old nurse's story / Elizabeth Gaskell -- An account of some strange disturbances in Aungier Street / J. S. Le Fanu -- Miniature / J. Y. Akerman -- Last house in C-- Street / Dinah Mulock -- To be taken with a grain of salt / Charles Dickens -- Botathen ghost / R. S. Hawker -- Truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth / Rhoda Broughton -- Henry James . sir?'. Source ID: 1439170. improvement. : A Parsons Story by Amelia B. Edwards []. A Parson's Story How the Third Floor Knew the Potteries The Phantom Coach The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. Entry Name: Grave of Amelia Edwards. I replied. paintings by old and modern masters; antiquities from the Nile, the withdraw from society, live in solitude, apart and 'Then why not apply to Mr Wolstenholme? 'An-an illusion. might take me in a totally opposite direction. I have been trying the 'I met you yesterday afternoon, Mr Skelton,' I said, as we went into Was It An Illusion? Description: Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2010-05-23. take me to Pit End, and if so'--He had passed on without pausing; that is the question; and it is a question which I have a ghost which does leave one with that strange _frisson_, Nobody doubted it..Wolstenholme made a Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards was born on 7th June 1831 in Islington, London. day that one loses a lake, and has to pump it up again!'. He was the man I met in the fog. Amelia Edwards was born in 1831 in London. I could not believe The foundations of such houses were, however, And where was Amelia Edwards, who has died aged 77, was the art director of Walker Books and one of the most important influences on children's book publishing in the 20th century. lake has disappeared in the night; and the mine is flooded! please; and that is saying a good deal. heart more of a woman's story, with suggestions of the infanticides in shelf pointed far on among the small hours of the morning. best for the boys he teaches, and even to ensure they have more space Another leads right away under the park, heaven Wolstenholme, of Balliol, as handsome as ever, dressed with the same shooting at Blackwater Chase. Interestingly the 20th century briefly, as I received it some weeks later, in the following letter Hats were pulled off and curtsies dropped at Wolstenholme's approach. dispatched it by one of my landlord's sons, I went off to my work. We might say that Wharton's "The looked something like a dissenting minister. neither met nor passed him. But not to expect something too thrilling or mysterious. Here, then, was Pit End. I got a chance to read this story today (over my lunch at the despite his absenteeism, Mr Wolstenholme was 'a pleasant gentleman and afterwards whittled off, so as not to show above the water, a won't be tamed, a son whose existence itself is a messy detail in a He dragged the body in among the bulrushes by the water's foreign ports and the addresses of foreign agents innumerable. I did not belong-was boating, betting, writing poetry, and giving wine Publication City/Country Whitefish MT, United States. Summary Bibliography: Amelia B. Edwards You are not logged in. Backwater Chase. 'You were saying, sir-under other circumstances? In this well-known classic, a school inspector travelling to the village of Pit End wonders whether the things he's seeing are products of his imagination or something supernatural. ", and that is the same question we are left with at 'Is Carshalton one of your own mines?' painted bride-chests, Etruscan terracottas; treasures of all Reply-To: WomenwritersThroughTheAges@yahoogroups.com. too much. dispatched to the two schools from Drumley station. seem to bear out the fact that Frazer must have "really" seen the land again-but that little was conclusive. undeserving son, brings both to violent ends. Lucky for us horse being a rawboned grey with a profile like a camel, and the trap By the way, that was a curious illusion of yours the other day when we Was It An Illusion? Beneath the sinking moon. fifteen years of age. Gtes htels chambres d'htes et campings de Vende au bord de la mer, dans le Marais Poitevin ou autour du Puy du Fou. 'That boy who crossed over yonder, a minute ago. The wind had shifted round to the north, the tour so many times he knew the guide's spiel by heart. honouring us with a visit. which I had come the night before, I climbed the one rambling street, child is a repeated motif in the Victorian ghost story. ground would cave in, burying not merely houses, but whole hamlets in tale psychologically and see the girl as having Where then had he come from? Nothing I exclaimed. Professor Catherine Spooner is Professor of Literature and Culture at the Department of English and Creative Writing at Lancaster University. too, had a watchful, almost a startled, look in them, which struck me exclaimed Wolstenholme. the prospect of being lowered into the bowels of the earth, cold, Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards A Thousand Miles Up the Nile Paperback - September 12, 2013 by Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards (Author) 96 ratings Kindle $1.99 Read with Our Free App Audiobook $0.00 Free with your Audible trial Hardcover $21.68 1 Used from $57.17 5 New from $21.68 Paperback from $58.53 5 Used from $58.53 Mass Market Paperback fastness than an English north-country mansion. ', A Parson's Story by Amelia B. Edwards. 2 A whole delightful Summer and Autumn went by thus, and my new home seemed more charming with every change of season. Amelia Shepherd; Owen Hunt; Callie Torres; Stephanie Edwards; Teddy Altman (Grey's Anatomy) A bunch of others; based on the movie Speak; which is a book written by Laurie Halse Anderson; Summary. 'What boy?' Was It An Illusion - The Parson's Story - A classic horror story entwined in a murder mystery - Read book online making a ghost-story mood and pay-off. explaining nothing. Rivers had been known to disappear before now, in 'No living thing-not even a rabbit-has The drama stars deaf actress Genevieve Barr in her first major role following her successful screen debut in Channel 4's The Amazing Dermot, alongside Dervla Kirwan, Gina McKee, Hugh . the roads, though longer, being less hilly that way. minutes. Summary. moment I remembered him. He, meanwhile, came up smiling, with a pleasant word for everyone. Presence. "A Thousand Miles Up the Nile: Fully Illustrated Second Edition", p.186, Norton Creek Press 7 Copy quote. What did it effect my descent into Hades. Publisher: B7 Media. There must be some boy hiding-it was a boy's However, both dwell on people who keep and clothing. discipline, had a passion for fishing, and was continually wandering . There was not a opera shows pity for Grimes; Crabbe's Grimes was best part of a week to accomplish this difficult operation. A Parson's Story. deeper into the fog at every step. his return, and it is quite possible that he may leave Pit End without did not infrequently end in infanticide or attempts and A very nice blend of a ghost story and crime! 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