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He opened it very softly, in trepidation and wonder, which were
speedily doubled by what met his eyes; for there, right in front of his
window, stood an unearthly figure, corresponding in every particular to
that notion of a ghost in which we are reared, and which, when our nerves
are healthy, we can ridicule as it deserves; but somehow it is never
cleaned out of our imagination so thoroughly as it is out of our
judgment.
The figure was white as a sheet and seemed supernaturally tall; and it
cried out in a voice like a wounded lion's, "You villain! you Hardie!
give me back my money: my fourteen thousand pounds. Give me my children's
money, or may your children die before your eyes: give me my darlings'
money, or may the eternal curse of God light on you and yours, you
scoundrel!"
And the figure kneeled on the grass, and repeated the terrible
imprecation almost in the same words, with such energy that Hardie shrank
back, and, resolute as he was, cowered, with superstitious awe.
But this sentiment soon gave way to vulgar fears; the man would alarm the
town.


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