Identifier: whereghostswalkh00harl (find matches)
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
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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with his wifes name. In the disorder ofwits produced by the abrupt awakeningand the shock of the supernatural visita-tion, he cast one glance below, and see-ing the glimmer of white garments, criedout to the spirit to begone, shut thecasement in deadly terror, and fell tosaying his prayers, lest wood and stonemight not avail to exclude the bodilessintruder. Her father lived in the Mercato Vecchio.That most picturesque antique of Flor-ence has been demolished and swept awayby the besom of Sanitary Reform. We arenot at a loss, however, as to the site ofthe Amieri house. It was so near theChurch of S. Andrea that the terrifiedparent might have bethought himself ofthe comparative security from diabolicalintrusions afforded by the vicinity of thesanctuary. But one look from his iron-grated lattice at the shivering Thing thatcried to him in Ginevras voice to let herin, drove every thought from his mind ex-cept the frantic desire to exorcise the lyingdevil, or ghost. He shrieked to her to go
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The Ginevra Tale 155 away, and bolted his window against hersobs and entreaties. We return upon the imaginary trailleft by her bleeding feet over the roughstones, to the Via Caizaiolt, now one ofthe noisiest of the narrow throats ofFlorentine traffic,—on that night as stillas the tomb the deserted woman hadleft, and wellnigh as gloomy, a deepwell, between lofty houses whose pro-jecting eaves almost met above herhead. In the porch of S. Bartolommeo, an oldchurch even then, she laid her down, chilledto the bone and heart, spent and despair-ing, and prayed for death, as, a little whilebefore, she had prayed for strength tohold the life given back to her. Then, says the simple story, she re-membered her beloved Rondinelli, whohad always proved faithful to her. Remembered him ! What woman wholives and has ever loved and been loved,will believe that she had forgotten him forone instant after she knew that she was stillin the same world with him ? I have, never- 156 Where Ghosts Walk thele

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