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The Invisible Girl by Mary Shelley.

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

This slender narrative has no pretensions to the regularity of a story or the development of situations and feelings. It is but a slight sketch, delivered nearly as it was narrated

to me by one of the humblest of the actors concerned.

Normal I spin out a circumstance, interesting principally from its singularity and truth, but narrate as concise as I can, how I was surprised on visiting what seemed a ruined tower, crowning a bleak promontory,

overhanging the sea, the flows between Wales and Ireland. To find that though the exterior

preserved all the savage rudeness that betokened many a war with the elements, the interior was

fitted up somewhat in the guise of a summerhouse, for it was too small to deserve any other

name. It consisted but of the ground floor, which served as an entrance, and one room above,

which was reached by a staircase made out of the thickness of the wall. This chamber was

floored and carpeted, decorated with elegant furniture,

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