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A few years later, an author of sea-novels entered Raynham's dominion. |
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Captain Murryat chose to spend his night. |
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In the room where the poltergeist most frequently arrived. |
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There hung a portrait, a sketch drawn of a lady. |
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It was the face of something dark still wandering this place. |
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Is it for real?... I must reveal if these grim hauntings are |
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the result of thieves and local smugglers. |
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On this dreary night he went to sleep, guided be two friends and candlelight. |
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All at once they froze...! |
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Suddenly |
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they confronted the cursed lady. |
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She came forth like freezing winds from north. |
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No ghastly dream... The Brown Countess existed for real. |
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The armed captain pointed his gun and looses of a shot...! |
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The bullet passed straight through the fearsome shade. |
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Became lodged in the wall. This thing was not meant to fall. |
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No single cry, no wounds no blood... It should have died. |
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This unreal form dwells outside heavenly light. |
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Carrying a lantern. |
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Gliding past the walls where her soul became enthralled. |
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Fear replaced... |
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skepticism. |
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At last the shade turned and grinned in a diabolical way. |
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Right before... she vanished. |
