This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 Excerpt: ... gone back to that day fifteen years before, when I had seen her in the first paroxysm of her grief. "All that is over now, Johnnie," she said presently. "He is coming soon. No, mother, don't drop the curtains; I can't see if you do that!" And so Aunt Marley tied the curtains back again, with the fresh blue ribbon Faith had put there in the morning, that the poor soul might look up and down the long white road, and imagine she heard the sound of wheels. The place was very still; there was nothing save the nervous click, click of Aunt Marley's knitting-needles, and the ticking of the old clock to disturb the stillness, and when I glanced over at the pale figure crouched at the window, with the clasped hands, and earnest, eager eyes, there was a ghastliness about the scene and the silence which I can never forget. Who knows, mused I, how this night will end for Faith, for with all her hoping she had never been so intent on Heathcote's coming as she was to-night. Would her warm imagination drive him to these gates? Would fancy waft him to this loving heart to which he had so long been a stranger? Mayhap sleep would come and with her rosy wings brush out these cob-web fancies. Pray heaven it might. Thus I mused while Aunt Marley's shining needles clicked on, and the tall clock in the corner truck the dragging hours. The features of the snowy landscape reflected by the bright rays of the moon, streamed in through the parted curtains and lay so many ghastly shadows on the floor. Instinctively I began to grow nervous, and having risen to mend the fire, approached the window opposite Faith. Was I dreaming? No. I rubbed my eyes. I was here in the flesh. I, John Marley, home from college on a vacation, spending the night at Uncle Marley's that I m...