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Madam Crowl's Ghost and the Dead Sexton is a gothic horror novella written by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu. The story is set in a small English village and follows the protagonist, Mr. Jennings, as he investigates the mysterious death of the village sexton, who was found dead in a locked churchyard. As Jennings delves deeper into the investigation, he discovers that the sexton had been haunted by the ghost of Madam Crowl, a wealthy and eccentric woman who had died years earlier. The ghostly apparitions become increasingly violent and terrifying, and Jennings must confront his own beliefs about the supernatural in order to solve the mystery and put the ghost to rest. The novella is known for its eerie atmosphere, intricate plot, and psychological depth, and is considered a classic of the gothic horror genre.On the evening before the tragedy came to light--trifles are always remembered after the catastrophe--a boy, returning along the margin of the mere, passed him by seated on a prostrate trunk of a tree, under the ""bield"" of a rock, counting silver money. His lean body and limbs were bent together, his knees were up to his chin, and his long fingers were telling the coins over hurriedly in the hollow of his other hand. He glanced at the boy, as the old English saying is, like ""the devil looking over Lincoln."" But a black and sour look from Mr. Crooke, who never had a smile for a child nor a greeting for a wayfarer, was nothing strange.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.