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Showing posts with label Francis Marion Crawford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Francis Marion Crawford. Show all posts

Francis Marion Crawford: The Screaming Skull

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I have often heard it scream. No, I am not nervous, I am not imaginative, and I never believed in ghosts, unless that thing is one. W...

Francis Marion Crawford: The upper berth

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Somebody asked for the cigars. We had talked long, and the conversation as beginning to languish; the tobacco smoke had got into the he...

Francis Marion Crawford: For the Blood is the Life

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We had dined at sunset on the broad roof of the old tower, because it was cooler there during the great heat of summer. Besides, the li...
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