Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . bureau), shut up box and drawer, reclosed, re- 290 Where Ghosts Walk locked the dormitory, and descended toclassc, feeling as if fairy-tales were true,and fairy gifts no dream. The dormitory, where we select her own casement out of which she leanedon summer evenings, as ever solitary, tolook out upon the gay little city, and hearthe band play in the park, thinking mean-time my own thoughts, living my own lifein my own still shadow-world. We open the casement to see the ledgeon which she sat through the thunder-st
Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . bureau), shut up box and drawer, reclosed, re- 290 Where Ghosts Walk locked the dormitory, and descended toclassc, feeling as if fairy-tales were true,and fairy gifts no dream. The dormitory, where we select her own casement out of which she leanedon summer evenings, as ever solitary, tolook out upon the gay little city, and hearthe band play in the park, thinking mean-time my own thoughts, living my own lifein my own still shadow-world. We open the casement to see the ledgeon which she sat through the thunder-storm that awoke all the sleepers in thedormitory. While the rest knelt aroundthe night-lamp, praying aloud, she re-mained without, upon her perch, her feetupon the roof of a lower adjoining build- It was wet, it was wild, it was pitch-dark. I could not go in. Too resistlesswas the delight of staying with the wildhour, black, and full of thunder, pealingout such an ode as lanoruaore never deliv-ered to man. The attic was no pleasant place, wequote in English on entering what is. In Villctte 291 gained by another flight of stairs. Insummer weather it was hot as Africa, inwinter it was always cold as was it known to be tenanted by rats,by black beetles and by cockroaches—nay, rumour affirmed that the ghostlyNun of the garden had once been seenthere. The sub-teachers laugh is as ready aslight. She has caught the sense of thelast words. Tripping over the dusty,echoing floor, she points to a small win-dow or glazed trap-door in the slopingroof, dim and cobwebby, for the attic isdisused now, even as a lumber room : Par /<i/ she says, and we see thatthe trick of the pseudo ghost is known toher. Lucy did not believe in the Nun whenshe opened the skylight, dragged alarge, empty chest beneath it, and, hav-ing mounted upon a smaller box, as-cended this species of extempore throne,and began the study of the part forcedupon her by the remorseless she saw the
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