“”By Asta!” She said, as the ghost was standing taller and taller on the surface.
She got on the edge of the bridge, trying to reach her sister : “Sophie, Sophie, I am so sorry about the barn! I am so sorry about the ladder! I didn’t know it was broken!”
“Come to me Josephine, I can’t hear you…” mumbled the soaked figure, her head down, glowing as would a firefly.
And it was at that moment, as she prepared to go in the water, that our dear friend took off her shoes, poor foolish girl.”

Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the Path


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