“Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble. Hence horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!”--_MACBETH_ It was a gloomy evening, towards the autumn of the year 1676, and the driving blasts which swept from the sea upon Greville Cross, a dreary and exposed mansion on the coast of Lancashire, gave promise of a stormy night and added to the desolation which at all times pervaded its vast and comfortless apartments.…
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