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Title: All Souls' Night (19330Author: Hugh Walpole* A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook *eBook No.: 0604071.txtLanguage: EnglishDate first posted: July 2006Date most recently updated: July 2006This eBook was produced by: Don Lainson dlainson@sympatico.caProject Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editionswhich are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright noticeis included. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particularpaper edition.Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check thecopyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing thisfile.This eBook is made available at no cost and with almost no restrictionswhatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the termsof the Project Gutenberg of Australia License which may be viewed online athttp://gutenberg.net.au/licence.htmlTo contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http://gutenberg.net.au--------------------------------------------------------------------------Title: All Souls' Night (19330Author: Hugh WalpoleAll Souls' NightA Book of StoriesbyHugh WalpoleForTwo Wise WomenSYLVIA LYNDROSE MACAULAY
 
Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell,And many a lesser bell, sound through the room;And it is All Souls' Night,And two long glasses brimmed with muscatelBubble upon the table. A ghost may come;For it is a ghost's right. . . .W. B. YEATSCONTENTSThe WhistleThe Silver MaskThe StaircaseA Carnation for an Old ManTarnhelm; or, The Death of my Uncle RobertMr. OddySeashore Macabre. A Moment's ExperienceLilacThe Oldest TallandThe Little GhostMrs. LuntSentimental but TruePortrait in ShadowThe SnowThe Ruby GlassSpanish DuskTHE WHISTLEMrs. Penwin gave one of her nervous little screams when she saw thedog.
 
'Oh, Charlie!' she cried. 'You surely haven't bought it!' and herlittle brow, that she tried so fiercely to keep smooth, puckeredinto its customary little gathering of wrinkles.The dog, taking an instant dislike to her, sank his head betweenhis shoulders. He was an Alsatian.'Well . . .' said Charlie, smiling nervously. He knew that hisimpulsiveness had led him once more astray. 'Only the otherevening you were saying that you'd like a dog.''Yes, but NOT an Alsatian! You KNOW what Alsatians are. We readabout them in the paper every day. They are simply not to betrusted. I'M sure he looks as vicious as anything. And what aboutMopsa?''Oh, Mopsa . . .' Charlie hesitated. 'He'll be all right. Yousee, Sibyl, it was charity really. The Sillons are going to Londonas you know. They simply can't take him. It wouldn't be fair.They've found it difficult enough in Edinburgh as it is.''I'm sure they are simply getting rid of him because he's vicious.''No, Maude Sillon assured me. He's like a lamb--''Oh, Maude! She'd say anything!''You know that you've been wanting a companion for Mopsa--''A companion for Mopsa! That's good!' Sibyl laughed her shrilllittle laugh that was always just out of tune.'Well, we'll try him. We can easily get rid of him. And Blakeshall look after him.''Blake!' She was scornful. She detested Blake, but he was toogood a chauffeur to lose.'And he's most awfully handsome. You can't deny it.'She looked. Yes, he was most awfully handsome. He had lain down,his head on his paws, staring in front of him, quite motionless.He seemed to be waiting ironically until he should be given hisnext command. The power in those muscles, moulded under the skin,must be terrific. His long wolf ears lay flat. His colour waslovely, here silver-grey, there faintly amber. Yes, he was amagnificent dog. A little like Blake in his strength, silence,sulkiness.She turned again to the note that she was writing.'We'll try him if you like. Anyway there are no children about.It's Blake's responsibility--and the moment he's tiresome he goes.'Charlie was relieved. It hadn't been so bad after all.'Oh, Blake says he doesn't mind. In fact he seemed to take to the
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