You aren’t afraid of thunder, are you?” He asked. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. "I was going to die, Hoddy!" she whispered. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned.
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