Unformatted text preview: it? My voice is getting stronger." -\ It was a beautiful voice, and not a syllable was lost on Michael, who all his life had loved beautiful voices. It was an old-fashioned voice, like the cultured voices of those long-ago film stars he so cherished, the actors who made an art of simple speech, and it occurred to him in his strange daze that perhaps this was all more of his own fancy. "I don't know how long I have," the ghost said. "I don't know where I've been as I've waited for this moment. I am the earthbound dead." "I'm here, I'm listening to you. Don't go. Whatever you do, don't go!" "If only you knew how hard it has been to come through, how I have tried, and your own soul has shut me out." "I'm afraid of ghosts," Michael said. "It's an Irish trait. But you know that now." Julien smiled and stood back against the mantel, folding his arms, and the tiny candle flames danced, as if he really were solid flesh and he had stirred the air. And solid e...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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