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Adelaide Anne Procter

The Ghost in the Picture Room

Belinda, with a modest self-possession quite her own, promptly answered for this Spectre in a low, clear voice:

The lights extinguished; by the hearth I leant,

Half weary with a listless discontent.

The flickering giant shadows, gathering near.

Closed round me with a dim and silent fear;

All dull, all dark; save when the leaping flame,

Glancing, lit up The Picture's ancient frame.
13 printed pages
Original publication
2018
Publisher
JA

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