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Title: Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Harland, Marion, 1830-1922
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Publisher: New York : G. P. Putnam
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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y 296 Where Ghosts Walk and her story, with aU that entered intothe growth thereof. In catalepsy and a dead trance I stu-diously held the quick of my nature, arewords she put into Lucys mouth. The quick of Charlottes nature was in-stinct with potent germs of thought. Ateventide, and in the noon and holidaylingerings in the sequestered alley, shunnedby other teachers, and prohibited to thescholars because of the college boarding-houses flanking it—the still air took life ;at the lifting of the wand she alone knewthat she carried, and even she did notvalue aright, the dusky solitude was peo-pled with those who left no room for re-gret at the loss of visible companionship.She tells it all to us in pages that sparklewith humour and beautiful fancies, andglow with passion. Legends more than half forgotten, evenin Brussels, connect the sunken squareabout the Pensionnat Heger with tourna-ments and knightly vows and mediaevalromances of various complexions. There was a tradition that Madame
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In Villette 297 Becks house had, in old days, been a con-vent. That, in years gone by—before thecity had overspread this quarter, and whenit was tilled ground and avenue, and suchdeep and leafy seclusion as ought to em-bosom a religious house—Something hadhappened on this site, which, arousingfear and inflicting horror, had left to theplace the inheritance of a Ghost Story. The trivial circumstance that, fifty-sevenyears ago, a country parsons daughter,plain, provincial in dress and carriage, andalready in her thirtieth year, studied,worked, and suffered in this ugly range ofhouses, and dreamed her own dreams inthe old garden, now chill with the shadowof encroaching walls, makes all that wentbefore her residence here like a rubbedpencil-sketch set beside a canvas eloquentwith the imagery of genius, transcribed bya master magicians hand. THE END

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