I got the thing fairly in front of the mouth and began drawing it out. As I pulled it towards the entrance, my left elbow knocked over and extinguished the candle. It was heavy, but moved more easily than I expected. I grew bolder, and putting both hands in as well as I could, I pulled it to me, and it came.
There was nothing, I must say, to alarm one. “Well, I felt to the right, and my fingers touched something curved, that felt–yes–more or less like leather dampish it was, and evidently part of a heavy, full thing. There’s also the somewhat innocent places like staircases which take on a very ghostly tone: They linger in the vast wooded copses, woods and huge forests, in the deepest darkest corners, amongst the tombstones of the oldest crumbliest churches and the dark fields of the English countryside. James’ ghosts are those which haunt many angles of the British countryside.
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