The Ghost Of The Manor

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AN elderly, stoop-shouldered man was plodding his way along the sidewalk of a quiet avenue. The darkness of the cloudy night took on a sinister blackness beneath the heavy, creaking boughs of wind-swept trees that overspread the walk. Only the occasional lights that hung above the center of the street brought patches of yellow glow.

Off to the left were houses, set back from the avenue. The fronts of these large residences were obscured from the old man’s view by trees upon the lawns. Like the street lights, the windows of the houses sent occasional gleams that could be seen from the sidewalk; but the hour was late for this fashionable suburb in the city of Newbury.

Most of the residents here retired before midnight, and it was now half an hour past eleven. The lights from the houses were chiefly indications that certain members of Newbury’s younger set had not returned home from social functions.

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