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3 pages, ebook
First published December 1, 1924
Hermione: Come, sir, nowIndeed, it is a softly-told, sitting-down sort of tale that might be ignored even by crickets. But M.R. James is still the master of horror, and manages to disturb the reader with small things:
I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
And tell 's a tale. . .
Mamilius: A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins.
Hermione: Let's have that, good sir . . .
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.
Mamilius: There was a man—
Hermione: Nay, come, sit down; then on.
Mamilius: —Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
That night, as he lay in his bed upstairs, a moaning wind began to play about the house, and he could not go to sleep. . . Then he went to the window and looked out into the churchyard. . . .
Have you ever seen an old brass in a church with a figure of a person in a shroud? It is bunched together at the top of the head in a curious way. Something like that was sticking up out of the earth in a spot of the churchyard. . . .
Presently something made a very faint rattling at the casement. . . . He turned his eyes that way. Alas!
Between him and the moonlight was the black outline of the curious bunched head . . . Then there was a figure in the room. Dry earth rattled on the floor. . . .

