s paws, whining and howling. Iwalked straight up to the figure, still standing by thehorses head. As I walked, the figure turned, and Isaw Harriets face as plainly as I see you now—whiteand calm—placid, as idealized and beautified by death.I must own that, though not a nervous man, in thatinstant I… … BOLLING HALL. 375 could speak, I asked what troubled her. She looked atme still, never changing that cold fixed stare. Then Ifelt in my mind it was her children, and I said : * Harriet! is it for your children you are troubled ? No answer. Harriet, I continued, if for these you are trou-bled, be…
Ghosts
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