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Excerpt from Nightmare Tales
T was a dark, chilly night in September, 1884. A heavy gloom had descended over the streets ofa a small town on the Rhine, and was hanging like a black funeral-pail over the dull factory burgh. The greater number of its inhabitants, wearied by their long day''s work, had hours before retired to stretch their tired limbs, and lay their aching heads upon their pillows. All was quiet in the large house; all was quiet in the deserted streets.
I too was lying in my bed alas, not one of rest, but of pain and sickness, to which I had been confined for some days. So still was everything in the house, that, as Longfellow has it, its stillness seemed almost audible. I could plainly hear the murmur of the blood.
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T was a dark, chilly night in September, 1884. A heavy gloom had descended over the streets ofa a small town on the Rhine, and was hanging like a black funeral-pail over the dull factory burgh. The greater number of its inhabitants, wearied by their long day''s work, had hours before retired to stretch their tired limbs, and lay their aching heads upon their pillows. All was quiet in the large house; all was quiet in the deserted streets.
I too was lying in my bed alas, not one of rest, but of pain and sickness, to which I had been confined for some days. So still was everything in the house, that, as Longfellow has it, its stillness seemed almost audible. I could plainly hear the murmur of the blood.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
H. P. Blavatsky
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780331853827
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 161
Paperback
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Author
H. P. Blavatsky
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781330594049
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 163
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