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...moonlight was shining. A cold shiver ran through me and the perspiration streamed down my face. The figure dilated mockingly, and the arms waved back and forth threateningly, glistening deathly white. The head bowed solemnly. Good Heavens! this was more than mortal flesh could bear. I gave a frightful yell, seized hold of Jackson, - he was a light fellow, - and turning, fled down the path. To my amazement, I heard a gay peal of laughter ahead. On a sudden, in my mad rush, I came upon a group of ladies and gentlemen. I halted, and we were surrounded at once...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A GHOST STORY. | 6/17/1881 | See Source »

...wanted to go down on my knees for forgiveness. All through the morning I was unable to catch Amy alone, but in the afternoon I succeeded in doing so and begged to know what it was I had done to offend her. It seemed that she had fainted from fright, not knowing what to make of my words and actions, and that the Yale man had come along and taken her aboard, and when she came to had assured her that my trouble was intoxication, resulting from early imbibing, &c. I made my peace with Amy, explained, and was forgiven...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: COUSINING. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

...SPEAK! speak! thou horrid fright...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SKELETON IN KNICKERBOCKERS. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

...awfully awful dresses those poor creatures used to wear! Such guys as they must have looked! Just fancy me, Professor, with a nasty, horrid, old tunica on, and the most dreadful-looking sleeves, and a palla hanging down over my l-limbs, - why, I should be a perfect fright! And, O Professor! don't you think the girls' stockings must have been...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BREVITIES. | 11/7/1879 | See Source »

Miss Langweilig was alone in the dressing-room, and what a fright she was! Dress grass-green, eyes a few shades lighter, hair red and banged, nose strongly interrogative, and mouth exclamatory. I knew her by sight, (as who does not?) but had never met her. But the case was desperate; so, instead of "holding the finger of perplexity in the mouth of deliberation," I did with my courage as Mr. Shakespeare directs and began the onslaught...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A REMINISCENCE. | 6/25/1879 | See Source »

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