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A Ghost Child

Auhtor: Bernard Capes

Language: english

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Review by Stephen M. Charme, July 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Ghost Child':

... reason of things, write to publish for Aristarchus alone but the gauntlet of Grub Street must be run in any bid for truth and sincerity. ...
... passage to personal identification safeguarded, the story of a possession, or visitation, which is signified in the title to my narrative. ...
... in her field of vision. Then spirit of the neutral ground as she was, inclining to earth or water with the sway of the tides, she came wondering ...
... demonstrations of affection. Foremost of the old man's most cherished projects was, very naturally, a union between the two young people. ...
... left a green bud-a thing so rare and flawless that it seemed a sacrilege for earthly passions to converse of her. Familiarity, however, and some ...
... was considerable. Apart from it, he was a good, warm-tempered fellow, hasty but affectionate. Under its dominion, he would have broken his ...
... to his meaner fortunes. The suggestion was quite base and without warrant but pride has no balance. No doubt, moreover, the rather childish ...
... flying home, was lost at sea, and Jason was drowned. I once saw Tryphena about this time. She lived with her near mindless charge, lonely, ...
... noticed that the neighbourhood of great waters breeds in souls a mysticism which is remote from the very understanding of land-dwellers. ...
... a cluster of low sand-hills and thither I pulled. The spot, when I reached it, was calm, chill desolation manifest-lifeless water and lifeless sand, ...
... me. It was Tryphena herself, as after-inquiry informed me. I have never seen so lovely a creature. Her eyes, as they regarded me passing, ...
... succeeding the night of the day on which Jason and Tryphena were to have been married, the girl came down from her bedroom with an extraordinary ...
... 'My boy! He has come back!' chuckled the old man. 'What have you done with him, Tryphena?'. 'I will hold him tighter the next time,' she ...
... cherub of the nursery Jason, the confiding, the merry, the loving, before pride had come to warp his innocence. She fell on her knees to ...
... he seemed insensible to the killing cold. It was Jason-that was enough. There is no date nor time for imbecility. Its phantoms spring from the ...
... 'And who am I?' she asked. If you are Jason, you must know what to call me.'. 'I know,' he said 'but I mustn't, unless you ask me.'. ...
... or the child. A rapture upheld her a sense of some compelling happiness, which she knew before long must take shape on her lips. ...
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