The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 150: what you’re looking at

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What Shall She Do? 143 had blown out my lamp, gone to bed, and was lying, look- ing out at the hill, white with moonlight as if covered with snow. I had lain there but a few minutes when a lady in white came in and seated herself by the window. With a motion hardly perceptible she indicated that she wished me to follow her, and no power on earth could have held me back. Out upon the old roof, down to the white hill, and through the ravine, we went at a rate defying competition. In an incredibly short time we were miles away and in a little white school-house. When we left the school-house we were tramping through the woods, which were no longer bare and brown from autumn days, but green with spring, and our feet trod among violets and bluebells. There was a large city which I traversed till I knew every street. There was a house and an office and a desk, and in and at these I was compelled to sit and add long columns of figures and post imaginary books. So the week went by. One night, I remember, was passed in wandering over the fields and through the woods, which under this ghostly chaperonage was bright with flowers and green with leaves and grass. And | spoke in terms of love to the little lady in white who ac- companied me. The nights of the 22d and 23d were passed in the same manner, and we planned a life together as full of idyllic days as were these evenings. But the night of the 24th, Christmas eve, as the little princess came into my room and I was preparing to start upon another trip, I found ECORNICOOOKS.eC©