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As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and see the awful spirits which peopled it on moonlit nights long ago in my childhood imagination.
The moonlight, which must filter through the broad leaves of the sycamore outside my window and penetrate the draperies before it reached my bedroom, gave only a lukewarm illumination by the time it reached its destination, for each obstacle had captured a part of its strength.
Recommended Citation
Colligan, Doris
(1944)
"Headless Horsemen,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 12
:
Iss.
1
, Article 11.
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