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cromancer exhorted us once more to ask the spectre, and one of my neighbours took courage to question him. "Who art thou?" asked he with a faltering voice. "Godfried Burger," answered the phantom, in a hollow woeful accent.
"May thy daughter marry Anthony Smith?"
"No! no!" replied the apparition, gave a deep hollow groan, and shook his head in a ghastly manner.
"Why not?" resumed my neighbour.
The phantom shuddered, lifting up his hands in a menacing manner, staggered back, and, when disappearing, added in a most rueful accent,
"He is her brother!"
"Night
