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Title: Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Harland, Marion, 1830-1922
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Publisher: New York : G. P. Putnam
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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akly aside into the Eng- 284 Where Ghosts Walk lish Bank close to the short stairway, andhave the Q-ra.ce to blush at the uninten-tional rebuke of our lack of faith in our inward leading, conveyed in the civilreply to our inquiries. You have only to go down those stepsand you are there ! The house is now oc-cupied by a public school. Pulled down !Bless me ! nothing of the sort! It standsjust where it did, and as it did, fifty yearsago. By the means truthfully recorded here,we have arrived at our goal, Villette andLucy Snowe are more trustworthy ciceronithan Brussels-bred Autocrat and shop-keepers. Our ring at the door is answered by ablack-eyed sub-teacher, whose position isprecisely what Charlottes was during hersecond term at the Pensionnat Heger,after she had returned without Emily, andalone. The guide is polite and willing,and, as we have chanced to call upon afcsta holiday, is cordially at our service.As she does not speak English, she hasnever read Villette^ she says, and we re-
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In Villette 285 frain from allusion to the obnoxious Frenchedition, But I know the book quite well, shecontinues. So many English and Ameri-cans—many more Americans than Eng-lish—come here every year, and talk, oh,so much ! of Mademoiselle Lucie andMadame Beck and Mademoiselle Char-lotte, and the Ghost — laughing brightly— that I seem to myself to have read ofthem all. In forecasting this visit, our minds weretaken up by thoughts of the two Yorkshiregirls, abruptly transplanted to the foreignpensionnat, as out-of-place, and as ill-at-ease as would be two larks snared uponthe Haworth moors and kept in a Belgiancage. We lost Charlotte and Emily assoon as we struck upon Dr. Brettons track,and felt the presence of the pale muteshadow that would have followed thatfrank tread through continual night, tothe worlds end. I have always maintained that Lucywas more truly in love with this trueyoung English gentleman, with his 286 Where Ghosts Walk beamy head, bonny wells of eyes, archmou

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