LITMIR.BIZ

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       THE GHOST

       CHAPTER I

       MY SPLENDID COUSIN

       CHAPTER II

       AT THE OPERA

       CHAPTER III

       THE CRY OF ALRESCA

       CHAPTER IV

       ROSA'S SUMMONS

       CHAPTER V

       THE DAGGER AND THE MAN

       CHAPTER VI

       ALRESCA'S FATE

       CHAPTER VII

       THE VIGIL BY THE BIER

       CHAPTER VIII

       THE MESSAGE

       CHAPTER IX

       THE TRAIN

       CHAPTER X

       THE STEAMER

       CHAPTER XI

       A CHAT WITH ROSA

       CHAPTER XII

       EGG-AND-MILK

       CHAPTER XIII

       THE PORTRAIT

       CHAPTER XIV

       THE VILLA

       CHAPTER XV

       THE SHEATH OF THE DAGGER

       CHAPTER XVI

       THE THING IN THE CHAIR

       CHAPTER XVII

       THE MENACE

       CHAPTER XVIII

       THE STRUGGLE

       CHAPTER XIX

       THE INTERCESSION

       THE END.

THE GHOST

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CHAPTER I

       Table of Contents

MY SPLENDID COUSIN

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      I am eight years older now. It had never occurred to me that I am advancing in life and experience until, in setting myself to recall the various details of the affair, I suddenly remembered my timid confusion before the haughty mien of the clerk at Keith Prowse's.

      I had asked him:

      "Have you any amphitheatre seats for the Opera to-night?"

      He did not reply. He merely put his lips together and waved his hand slowly from side to side.

      Not perceiving, in my simplicity, that he was thus expressing a sublime pity for the ignorance which my demand implied, I innocently proceeded:

      "Nor balcony?"

      This time he condescended to speak.

      "Noth—ing, sir."

      Then I understood that what he meant was: "Poor fool! why don't you ask for the moon?"

      I blushed. Yes, I blushed before the clerk at Keith Prowse's, and turned to leave the shop. I suppose he thought that as a Christian it was his duty to enlighten my pitiable darkness.

      "It's the first Rosa night to-night," he said with august affability. "I had a couple of stalls this morning, but I've just sold them over the telephone for six pound ten."

      He smiled. His smile crushed me. I know better now. I know that clerks in box-offices, with their

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