J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3
Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873
English
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J. S. LE FANU'S GHOSTLY TALES,
VOLUME 3
The Haunted Baronet (1871)
by
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I: The George and Dragon
CHAPTER II: The Drowned Woman
CHAPTER III: Philip Feltram
CHAPTER IV: The Baronet Appears
CHAPTER V: Mrs. Julaper's Room
CHAPTER VI: The Intruder
CHAPTER VII: The Bank Note
CHAPTER VIII: Feltram's Plan
CHAPTER IX: The Crazy Parson
CHAPTER X: Adventure in Tom Marlin's Boat
CHAPTER XI: Sir Bale's Dream
CHAPTER XII: Marcella Bligh and Judith Wale Keep Watch
CHAPTER XIII: The Mist on the Mountain
CHAPTER XIV: A New Philip Feltram
CHAPTER XV: The Purse of Gold
CHAPTER XVI: The Message from Cloostedd
CHAPTER XVII: On the Course--Beeswing, Falcon, and Lightning
CHAPTER XVIII: On the Lake, at Last
CHAPTER XIX: Mystagogus
CHAPTER XX: The Haunted Forest
CHAPTER XXI: Rindermere
CHAPTER XXII: Sir Bale is Frightened
CHAPTER XXIII: A Lady in Black
CHAPTER XXIV: An Old Portrait
CHAPTER XXV: Through the Wall
CHAPTER XXVI: Perplexed
CHAPTER XXVII: The Hour
CHAPTER XXVIII: Sir Bale in the Gallery
CHAPTER XXIX: Dr. Torvey's Opinion
CHAPTER XXX: Hush!
ILLUSTRATIONS
"I sid something white come out o' t' water, by thegunwale, like a hand."
It was the figure of a slight tall man, with his armextended, as if pointing to a remote object.
The Haunted Baronet
CHAPTER I
The George and DragonThe pretty little town of Golden Friars—standing by the margin of thelake, hemmed round by an amphitheatre of purple mountain, rich in tintand furrowed by ravines, high in air, when the tall gables and narrowwindows of its ancient graystone houses, and the tower of the oldchurch, from which every evening the curfew still rings, show likesilver in the moonbeams, and the black elms that stand round throwmoveless shadows upon the short level grass—is one of the most singularand beautiful sights I have ever seen.
There it rises, 'as from the stroke of the enchanter's wand,' looking solight and filmy, that you could scarcely believe it more than a picturereflected on the thin mist of night.
On such a still summer night the moon shone splendidly upon the front ofthe George and Dragon, the comfortable graystone inn of Golden Friars,with the grandest specimen of the old inn-sign, perhaps, left inEngland. It looks right across the lake; the road that skirts its marginrunning by the steps of the hall-door, opposite to which, at the otherside of the road, between two great posts, and framed in a fancifulwrought-iron border splendid with gilding, swings the famous sign of St.George and the Dragon, gorgeous with colour and gold.
In the great room of the George and Dragon, three or four of the oldhabitués of that cozy lounge were refreshing a little after thefatigues of the day.
This is a comfortable chamber, with an oak wainscot; and whenever insummer months the air is sharp enough, as on the present occasion, afire helped to light it up; which fire, being chiefly wood, made a
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