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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
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h of 8o Where Ghosts Walk Garden, he sentimentalises in his journal,two years after her death, heedful of hiscapitals in the midst of his grief. Norare these sad remembrances without someuse to me ; solemn, high and beautifui,like the Gates of Eternity, with a light asof stars. We exchange uncharitable views as tothe depth of the remorse expressed insyllabical sobs between, and as foot-notesof, letters that for spicy humour, crisp-ness, play of fancy, and depth of feelinghave not their equals in the range of Eng-lish literature. In her garden, our heartsburn within us with a passion of pity. The custodian pauses on her way backto the house, and looks over her shoul-der : You will please observe that there isno side or back entrance to the kitchen.All household supplies, even coals, werebrought in at the front door, carried alongthe hall, and so down to the basement.That must have been a trial to a particu-lar housekeeper like Mrs. Carlyle. Asto her other troubles —forsaking the per-
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CARLYLES HOUSE AND GARDEN. The garden is thickset with associations. No. 24 Cheyne Row 81 functory tone for one that strikes us assuspiciously earnest— there are many,many wives who have just as bad—andworse—and the world is none the wiser.The difference is that she made such anoutcry over her tribulations that, after all,were nt so peculiar and exceptional as sheimagined. I m not denying that he wasa hard man to live with, but if she hadheld her tongue, it would have been betterfor his reputation—and maybe for herown. If there was mustard in his temper,there was cayenne, and plenty of it, inhers.

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