Read the excerpt from "The Phantom Rickshaw."
(10) in my room Lsat down and tried calmly to reason out the matter. Here was I, Theobald Jack Pansay, a well-educated Bengal Civilian in the year of
grace 1885, presumably sane, certainly healthy driven in terror from my sweetheart's side by the apparition of a woman who had been dead and buried
eight months ago. These were facts that I could not blink. Nothing was further from my thought than any memory of Mrs. Wessington when Kitty and I
left Hamilton's shop. Nothing was more utterly commonplace than the stretch of wall opposite Pelit's. It was broad daylight. The road was full of people;
and yet here, look you, in defiance of every law of probability in direct outrage of Nature's ordinance, there had appeared to me a face from the grave.
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