Rafael Sabatini

Rafael Sabatini

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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Tapestried Room (1913)

I cried out, whilst Edgeworth swore. He swung round in the firelit gloom, and closed the windows once more. I sat huddled in my chair, scarcely breathing, whilst he thrust a spill into the fire, and one by one, relighted the candles. His hand shook a little, and his face was undoubtedly pale. Nevertheless—
"Come, come, Dennison! What the devil ails you?" he cried. "It's a fine ghost-hunter you are!"
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Tapestried Room (1913)

A household ghost's appearance to any member of the family invariably conveys a warning of approaching death. I am sorry, Sir James but you have shattered my faith in this Jacobite."
He looked so crestfallen that I began to regret my frankness. And then Edgeworth laughed again, and the crestfallen look on Sir James's face changed to one of annoyance, whilst the ladies looked at us with candid disapproval.
"But, Mr. Dennison," cried Philip's young wife, "Sir James has forgotten to tell you that his father saw the Jacobite on the day before he died."
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Tapestried Room (1913)

But as the shutters were flung open an icy draught had struck me—colder it seemed to me than could be accounted for by the weather. The candle-flames were beaten over, and the wax made shrouds down the sides of the candles; the hangings of the bed quivered under the touch of that icy breeze, and I could not avoid the horrible feeling that in opening that window in answer to the knocking we had admitted some awful, invisible presence.
Edgeworth closed the casement, and turned to me; his face had lost some of its colour. "Queer!" he said. "Damned queer!"
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