Sabine Baring-Gould

Sabine Baring-Gould

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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — On the Leads (1904)

The parlourmaid, with a blanched face, was at the door. “Nonsense,” said I, “we burnt it.”
“This comes of the sherry,” observed my wife. “They will be seeing ghosts every night.”
“But, my dear, you saw it as well as myself!”
I rose, my wife followed, and we went to the landing as before, and, sure enough, against the patch of moonlight cast through the window in the roof, was the arm again, and then a flutter of shadows, as if cast by garments.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — On the Leads (1904)

As far as I could judge there was no way off the roof, no other window opening into the valley; I did not go along upon the leads, as it was night, and moonlight is treacherous. Moreover, I was wholly unacquainted with the arrangement of the roof, and had no wish to risk a fall.
I descended from the window with my feet groping for the upper rung of the ladder in a manner even more grotesque than my ascent through the casement, but neither my wife—usually extremely alive to anything ridiculous in my appearance—nor the domestics were in a mood to make merry.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — On the Leads (1904)

It was conceivable that the man had concealed himself in the shadow of the hall roof, and had taken advantage of my withdrawal to run past the window so as to reach the fall pipe, and let himself down by that.
I could, however, see no one running away, as I must have done, going outside so soon after his supposed descent.
But the whole affair became more perplexing when, looking towards the leads, I saw in the moonlight something with fluttering garments running up and down them.
There could be no mistake—the object was a woman, and her garments were mere tatters. We could not hear a sound.
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