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Violet Tweedale. Ghosts I Have Seen, and Other Psychic Experiences
Ghosts I Have Seen, and Other Psychic Experiences
Table of Contents
GHOSTS I HAVE SEEN
CHAPTER I
"SILK DRESS" AND "RUMPUS"
CHAPTER II
THE GHOST OF BROUGHTON HALL
CHAPTER III
CURIOUS PSYCHIC EXPERIENCES
CHAPTER IV
EAST END DAYS AND NIGHTS
CHAPTER V
THE MAN IN THE MARYLEBONE ROAD
CHAPTER VI
THE GHOST OF PRINCE CHARLIE
CHAPTER VII
PILGRIMS AND STRANGERS
CHAPTER VIII
SOME STRANGE EVENTS
CHAPTER IX
POMPEY AND THE DUCHESS
CHAPTER X
THE INVISIBLE HANDS
CHAPTER XI
DAWNS
CHAPTER XII
PEACOCK'S FEATHERS—THE SKELETON HAND AT MONTE CARLO
CHAPTER XIII
I COMMIT MURDER
CHAPTER XIV
THE ANGEL OF LOURDES
CHAPTER XV
THE WRAITH OF THE ARMY GENTLEMAN
CHAPTER XVI
AN AUSTRIAN ADVENTURE
CHAPTER XVII
ACROSS THE THRESHOLD
CHAPTER XVIII
HAUNTED ROOMS
CHAPTER XIX
"THE NEW JEANNE D'ARC"
CHAPTER XX
HAUNTED HOUSES—"CASTEL A MARE"
CHAPTER XXI
THE SEQUEL
CHAPTER XXII
THE HAUNTED LODGE
CHAPTER XXIII
AURAS
CHAPTER XXIV
ADIEU
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Violet Tweedale
Published by Good Press, 2021
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His indifference to money resulted in his never having a penny in his pocket at night, no matter how much he took with him in the morning, and one of my tasks was to prevent his being fleeced by those who lay in wait for him. He took any amount of trouble over impecunious and incompetent authors, and constantly re-wrote their work for them in order to make it fit for publication. He was a unique editor, and his labors in the cause of charity were strenuous, secret, and, I fear, rather indiscriminate.
During this period of my life, the head of the house, William Chambers, was still living, with his quaint old wife, in the West End of Edinburgh. William, who had survived his more versatile brother, Robert (my grandfather), was a little shriveled-up old man, with a dry and severe manner. Most people were afraid of him, few liked him, but I got on with him famously. I have always been extremely proud of the fact that he rose from nothing to great wealth. There must be something fine in a man, who, as a lad, rose at four a. m. to read classics to an intelligent baker, whilst the batch of bread was being baked, and who gladly accepted as payment a copper or a roll.
