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NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
The Honorable Mr. Listless.
And have proved, I doubt not, "palpable to feeling as to sight."
Mr. Flosky.
By no means, sir. You reflect upon my purity. Myself and my friends, particularly my friend Mr. Sackbut, are famous for our purity. No, sir, genuine untangible ghosts. I live in a world of ghosts. I see a ghost at this moment.
Mr. Flosky fixed his eyes on a door at the farther end of the library. The company looked in the same direction. The door silently opened, and a ghastly figure, shrouded in white drapery, with the semblance of a bloody turban on its head, entered, and stalked slowly up the apartment. Mr. Flosky, familiar as he was with ghosts,
