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#	Date	Publisher	Binding	Cover
1	1905-00-00

Blurb:: A novel of spine-tingling terror from Bram Stoker, author of DRACULA.
“You are not afraid of the crypt?”

“Not a bit! In my father’s church there was a crypt, and I was in it several times.” As he spoke the memory of the last time he had been there swept over him. He seemed to see again the many lights, held in hands that were never still, making a grim gloom where the black shadows were not; to hear again the stamp and hurried shuffle of the many feet, as the great oak coffin was borne by the struggling mass of men down the steep stairway and in through the narrow door . . . And then the hush when voices faded away; and the silence seemed a real thing, as for a while he stood alone close to the dead father who had been all in all to him. And once again he seemed to feel the recall to the living world of sorrow and of light, when his inert hand was taken in the strong loving one of Squire Norman.

He paused and drew back.