THE SILVER LAKE stories. 141

her brother, but she had no sooner en-
tered the corridor, than she saw, and
saw too clearly to believe it to be the
effect of fear, a figure clothed in long,
white garments, having one arm ex-
tended towards her, entirely covered
with black, and which in a trembling
voice cried, “ Sophie, Sophie, Sophie !”

This was the most alarming, and the
' most terrible adventure, that had ever
happened to her yet; and if she had
had enough power over herself not to
' scream when she touched the thing
that was so cold in the closet, she did
not show as much courage this time ;
but falling backwards upon the floor,