. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . hought of it as they made their uncertainways around the cellars. It was all poky and still, grewsome andtomb-like. Our srood woman heard a noise. That was not strange. Cats andrats dwelt in the cellar, and the latter came out of their hiding-placeswhen the former were not at home. She was ill prepared for what followed. There arose up before her an awful object. Whatever ghost-stories she may have heard by kitchen fires in the long evenings, shehad never had any account of anything like this. Its body was like th
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . hought of it as they made their uncertainways around the cellars. It was all poky and still, grewsome andtomb-like. Our srood woman heard a noise. That was not strange. Cats andrats dwelt in the cellar, and the latter came out of their hiding-placeswhen the former were not at home. She was ill prepared for what followed. There arose up before her an awful object. Whatever ghost-stories she may have heard by kitchen fires in the long evenings, shehad never had any account of anything like this. Its body was like that of Apollyon, as represented in the never-to-be-forgotten picture in the Pilgrims Progress. But it wore thefeathers of a goose. Erupit! evasit! Our good woman ascended the cellar stairs witha celerity that spoke well for the power of latent nervous force. Thedreadful figure followed her, begging for mercy, and confessing thathe was Darby the Impostor. The poor woman supplied his wants,and probably provided him with a suit of clothes, when he disappearedfrom society
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