Sometimes it wears a profound and mysterious
look, as if it could tell something if it had a mind to, but thought
it best not. Something of the ghost of its father--it was the only child
he ever had!--walking there all the night, pausing at the corners to
look up at the signs, which bear a strange name, and wringing his
ghostly hands in lamentation at the wrong done his memory! Rumor told
it in a whisper, many years ago. Perhaps it was believed by a few of
the oldest inhabitants of the city; but the highly respectable quarter
never heard of it, and, if it had, would not have been bribed to believe
it, by any sum. Some one had said that some very old person had seen
a phantom there. Nobody knew who some one was. Nobody knew who the very
old person was. Nobody knew who had seen it, nor when, nor how. The
very rumor was spectral.
All this was many years ago. Since then it has been reported that a
ghost was seen there one bitter Christmas eve, two or three years back.
The twilight was already in the street; but the evening lamps were not
yet lighted in the windows, and the roofs and chimney-tops were still
distinct in the last clear light of the dropping day.
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