ISBN: 9781153690911

Excerpt: ...ladies, replied John. Where is Sir Jasper? suddenly asked the major. Here I am. What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what… Plus…

Excerpt: ...ladies, replied John. Where is Sir Jasper? suddenly asked the major. Here I am. What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what is it? And Sir Jasper came out of the library with a sleepy face and tumbled hair. They told him the story, whereat he laughed heartily, and said the maids were a foolish set to be scared by a shadow. While he still laughed and joked, Mrs. Snowdon entered, looking alarmed, and anxious to know the cause of the confusion. How interesting! I never knew you kept a ghost. Tell me all about it, Sir Jasper, and soothe our nerves by satisfying our curiosity, she said in her half-persuasive, half-commanding way, as she seated herself on Lady Treherne''s sacred sofa. There''s not much to tell, except that this place used to be an abbey, in fact as well as in name. An ancestor founded it, and for years the monks led a jolly life here, as one may see, for the cellar is twice as large as the chapel, and much better preserved. But another ancestor, a gay and gallant baron, took a fancy to the site for his castle, and, in spite of prayers, anathemas, and excommunication, he turned the poor fellows out, pulled down the abbey, and built this fine old place. Abbot Boniface, as he left his abbey, uttered a heavy curse on all who should live here, and vowed to haunt us till the last Treherne vanished from the face of the earth. With this amiable threat the old party left Baron Roland to his doom, and died as soon as he could in order to begin his cheerful mission. Did he haunt the place? asked Blanche eagerly. Yes, most faithfully from that time to this. Some say many of the monks still glide about the older parts of the abbey, for Roland spared the chapel and the north gallery which joined it to the modern building. Poor fellows, they are welcome, and once a year they shall have a chance to warm their ghostly selves by the great fires always kindled at Christmas in the gallery. Mrs.... Louisa May Alcott, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation Books>Fiction and Literature The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Detective and mystery stories, American; Fiction / Classics; Fiction / Literary; Fiction / Mystery<

ISBN: 9781153690911

Excerpt: ...ladies, replied John. Where is Sir Jasper? suddenly asked the major. Here I am. What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what… Plus…

Excerpt: ...ladies, replied John. Where is Sir Jasper? suddenly asked the major. Here I am. What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what is it? And Sir Jasper came out of the library with a sleepy face and tumbled hair. They told him the story, whereat he laughed heartily, and said the maids were a foolish set to be scared by a shadow. While he still laughed and joked, Mrs. Snowdon entered, looking alarmed, and anxious to know the cause of the confusion. How interesting! I never knew you kept a ghost. Tell me all about it, Sir Jasper, and soothe our nerves by satisfying our curiosity, she said in her half-persuasive, half-commanding way, as she seated herself on Lady Treherne''s sacred sofa. There''s not much to tell, except that this place used to be an abbey, in fact as well as in name. An ancestor founded it, and for years the monks led a jolly life here, as one may see, for the cellar is twice as large as the chapel, and much better preserved. But another ancestor, a gay and gallant baron, took a fancy to the site for his castle, and, in spite of prayers, anathemas, and excommunication, he turned the poor fellows out, pulled down the abbey, and built this fine old place. Abbot Boniface, as he left his abbey, uttered a heavy curse on all who should live here, and vowed to haunt us till the last Treherne vanished from the face of the earth. With this amiable threat the old party left Baron Roland to his doom, and died as soon as he could in order to begin his cheerful mission. Did he haunt the place? asked Blanche eagerly. Yes, most faithfully from that time to this. Some say many of the monks still glide about the older parts of the abbey, for Roland spared the chapel and the north gallery which joined it to the modern building. Poor fellows, they are welcome, and once a year they shall have a chance to warm their ghostly selves by the great fires always kindled at Christmas in the gallery. Mrs.... Louisa May Alcott, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153690911

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