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Tonight, I will be reading Carilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Vanu.

Warning.

This story is a bit scary.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

One, an early fright.

In Staria, we, though by no means magnificent people, inhabit a castle or sloth.

A small income in that part of the world goes a great way.

Eight or nine hundred a year does wonders.

Scantily enough ours would have answered among wealthy people at home.

My father is English, and I bear an English name, although I never saw England.

But here, in this lonely and primitive place, where everything is so marvellously cheap,

I really don't see however so much more money would it all materially add to our comforts or even luxuries.

My father was in the Austrian service and retired upon a pension and his patrimony and purchased this feudal residence and the smallest state on which it stands, a bargain.

Nothing can be more picturesque or solitary. It stands on a slight eminence in a forest. The road,

very old and narrow, passes in front of its drawbridge, never raised in my time, and its moat,

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