He took the brandy flask and poured out a glass of neat spirit, stiff enough to help anybody over anything.
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The Empty House by Algernon Blackwood
And yet this house in the square, that seemed precisely similar to its fifty ugly neighbours, was as a matter of fact entirely different—horribly different.
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The Empty House by Algernon Blackwood
My imagination requires a judicious rein; I am afraid to let it loose, for it carries me sometimes into appalling places beyond the stars and beneath the world.
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The Listener by Algernon Blackwood
I wish I were not quite so lonely—and so poor. And yet I love both my loneliness and my poverty. The former makes me appreciate the companionship of the wind and rain, while the latter preserves my liver and prevents me wasting time in dancing attendance upon women.
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The Listener by Algernon Blackwood
He understood now why the world was strange, why horses galloped furiously, and why trains whistled as they raced through stations. All the comedy and terror of nightmare gripped his heart with pincers made of ice.
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The Other Wing by Algernon Blackwood
It used to puzzle him that, after dark, someone would look in round the edge of the bedroom door, and withdraw again too rapidly for him to see the face.
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The Other Wing by Algernon Blackwood
But sleep, in the long run, proves greater than all emotions.
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The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
The sound traveled pleasantly over the water, but the forest at their backs seemed to swallow it down with a single gulp that permitted neither echo nor resonance.
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The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
Yet, ever at the back of his thoughts, lay that other aspect of the wilderness: the indifference to human life, the merciless spirit of desolation which took no note of man.
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The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
Fingers of snow brushed the surface of his heart. The power and quiet majesty of the winter's night appalled him.
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The Glamour of the Snow by Algernon Blackwood