“No wonder that the ghost and goblin stories had a new zest. No wonder that the blood of the more timid grew chill and curdled, that their flesh crept, and their hearts beat irregularly, and the girls peeped fearfully over… — John Berwick Harwood Copy Share
“No wonder that the ghost and goblin stories had a new zest. No wonder that the blood of the more timid grew chill and curdled, that their flesh crept, and their hearts beat irregularly, and the girls peeped fearfully over their shoulders, and huddled close together like frightened sheep, and half-fancied they beheld some impish and malignant face gibbering at… — John Berwick Harwood Copy Share
“The matter ended in my giving up my room. I had a strange reluctance to making the offer. which surprised myself. Was it a… — John Berwick Harwood Copy Share Image
“Our house was an old Tudor mansion. My father was very particular in keeping the smallest peculiarities of his home unaltered. Thus the many… — John Berwick Harwood Copy Share Image
