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INTRODUCES THE WRITER AND OTHERS My story begins on the morning of December 18, 18—, while sitting at breakfast. Let it be understood before we go further that I was a bachelor living in lodgings. I …
CHRISTMAS EVE Just before I reached the drawing-room door, Mrs. Temple came up and took me by the arm. "We are all going to be very unceremonious, Mr. Blake," she said, "and I shall ex…
CHRISTMAS MORNING When I got out on the lawn, I accused myself of doing a very foolish thing. "Why," I thought, "should I follow these men? I know nothing against them. They have as mu…
VOLTAIRE'S STORY OF THE EAST When lunch-time came, I, to my delight, obtained a seat next to Miss Forrest, and soon I became oblivious to all else but her. I was sure, too, that she liked me. He…
CHRISTMAS NIGHT—THE FORGING OF THE CHAIN "You have more than redeemed your promise, Voltaire," said Tom Temple, after a silence that was almost painful. "Certainly there is enough roma…
AFTERWARDS When I awoke to consciousness I was in my bedroom. For some time I could not gather up my scattered senses; my mind refused to exercise its proper functions. Presently I heard some one spe…
DREARWATER POND I will not try to describe my walk back to Temple Hall, or tell of the terrible sensations that I felt. Think, if you can, of my position. A young man of thirty, a slave to a deep des…
DARKNESS AND LIGHT During the next few days there was but little to record. The party evidently forgot mesmerism and thought-reading, and seemingly enjoyed themselves without its assistance. The youn…
THE HALL GHOST Perhaps some of my readers may think I was doing wrong in determining to listen to the proposed conference between Miss Staggles and Voltaire. I do not offer any excuse, however. I fel…
THE COMING OF THE NIGHT Directly after breakfast I went away alone. I wanted to get rid of an awful weight which oppressed me. I walked rapidly, for the morning was cold. I had scarcely reached the p…
