In another infinitesimal flash he had taken it in.
Pale, dusky skin, covering nothing but bones and tendons of appalling strength; coarse black hairs, longer than ever grew on a human hand; nails rising from the ends of the fingers and curving sharply down and forward, grey horny and wrinkled.
He flew out of his chair with deadly inconceivable terror at his heart.
The art of telling a ghost story is a refined one and Montague Rhodes James was a master of it.
With gentle cunning, .
Macmillan Collector's Library Complete ghost stories, hardcover/m. r. james
