chapter  8
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Spectres.

The morning broke fine, but with a delicate white mist over everything, swathing Addlebrough hill and the other great green fells which shut in the dale, and enwrapping the woods which filled the hollows and gorges in the said hills. The Misses Conisbrough, surveying the prospect from the windows of the breakfast-room, decided that it was going to be a glorious day, and that they would go out and spend the morning at High Gill, where it would be sheltered and sunny.