Herminie Templeton

Summary

Herminie Templeton The Monks of Saint Bride (1908)

The jump of his heart up into his throat took the breath from his lips, for the truth flashed into Michael's mind that this was the ruined abbey on the cliff where he had lain down for a minute's sleep; and, O Father in Heaven! wasn't to-night All Souls' night, when the terrible monks of Saint Bride walked in their awful penance?
The tolling ceased.
“The saints preserve us, 'tis the abbey!” whispered Michael. “Maybe I'll be able to slip down the hill before they come.”
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Herminie Templeton The Monks of Saint Bride (1908)

One All Souls' night when he was out on the bay alone, fixing his nets, and the wind was sweeping down from the face of the cliff, he heard the sound of many voices chanting together, and it was the litany for the dead they were singing.
Now, it's in the prayer-book, as every one knows, that the living may pray for the dead, and the dead may pray for the living, but the sorrow of it is, that the dead may not pray for the dead.
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Herminie Templeton The Monks of Saint Bride (1908)

By and by the the castle of O'Carrioll melted away. One by one its great stones were rolled down the mountainside to build the fishers' village of Killgillam, which was growing up on the ribbon of sandy beach below—the same village that I was telling you about, where Michael Bresnahan lived.
But no man was hardy enough to take a single stone from the haunted abbey, for fear of the bad luck it might bring him.
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