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SCRAPS.
We did not laugh; we did not even question her sanity; at least I did not; there was too much meaning in her manner.
"A specter," her husband repeated with a suggestive glance at the brilliant sunshine in which we all stood.
"Yes." The tone was one of utter conviction.

"I had never believed in such things--never thought about them, but--it was a week ago--in the library--I have not seen a happy moment since--" "My darling!" "Yes, yes, I know; but imagine! I was sitting reading.

I had just come from the nursery, and the memory of Laura's good-night kiss was more in my mind than the story I was finishing when--oh, I can not think of it without a shudder!--the page before me seemed to recede and the words fade away in a blue mist; glancing up I beheld the outlines of a form between me and the lamp, which a moment before had been burning brightly.

Outlines, Henry,--I was conscious of no substance, and the eyes which met mine from that shadowy, blood-curdling Something were those of the grave and meant a grave for you or for me.