Seemed as
though they lay in the marshes between your place and mine, Mr. Brellier.
Borkins pulled a long story about 'em with all the usual trimmin's. Said
they were supernatural and all that. Ever seen 'em yourself? I must say
they gave me a bit of a turn. I'm not keen on spirits--except in bottle
form (which by the way is a rotten bad pun, Miss Brellier,) but in India
one gets chockful of that sort of thing, and there never seems to be any
rational explanation. It leaves you feeling funny. What's your opinion of
'em? For seen 'em you must have done, as they seem to be the talk of the
whole village from what Borkins says."
Antoinette's spoon tinkled in the saucer of the tea-cup she was holding
and her face went white. Brellier shifted his eyes. A sort of tension had
settled suddenly over the pleasant room.
"I--well, to tell you the truth, I can't explain 'em myself!" Brellier
said at last, clearing his throat with signs of genuine nervousness.
"They seem to be inexplicable. I have seen them--yes, many, many
times.
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