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It would be frightfully dreadfully unfortunate for you to miss an opportunity to satisfy these lovely ladies.
How frightfully dull.
How frightfully, darling.
"It's frightfully kind of you owl, but no, I'm going to have tea with a gruffalo."
It's frightfully nice of you, owl, but no, I'm going to have tea with a gruffalo.
Yes, frightfully equal.
Yes, frightfully equal.
I had come without arms, without medicine, without anything to smoke at times I missed tobacco frightfully even without enough matches.
missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches.
They, like the subject and material, belonged to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we know it, something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which our world and our conceptions have no part.
to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we know it; something frightfully
He raged through the camp, smelling and digging in every likely place, snarling so frightfully that pike heard and shivered in his hiding place.
frightfully that Pike heard and shivered in his hiding-place.
One frightfully hot morning when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross,
One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling
How frightfully dull.
How frightfully, darl.
Empty, right, I didn't want to say to Margaret just then what I had seen or at least what I thought I had seen and anyway she went up to bed, I took the opportunity to interrogate the weather, it was a cool clear night but as I stepped outside for a walk I saw a tallish heavy set chap disappear around the corner of the house, well I didn't want there to be prowlers about so I sent my dog after him, terrifying as she is, and I waited there to see if anyone might come around that corner of the house but as I waited I heard footsteps coming from the other corner of the house as if they'd gone all the way around the estate, well those footsteps came closer and closer but no one made them, whatever it was this invisible presence came closer to me and then brushed past me and horror upon horror it felt icy cold, I reached out to try and grab hold of whatever it was but it slipped by and went inside the house, just at that moment my dog came bounding around the corner as if pursuing somebody, well she had been and whatever it was had gone inside the house, I could hear footsteps from within, so my dog and I we searched the entire ground floor of the house, we went from pantry to scullery to boot room to servants hall and all was empty and quiet, then we went into the kitchen, that was empty and quiet too but there was a rocking chair sat by the fire and it was tipping gently back and forth as if someone lately sat upon it had suddenly stood up, well my dog barked something terrible at that rocking chair and I wanted to reach out and stop it but I could not persuade myself to go anywhere near it, now what I had seen or what I hadn't seen gave me a rather terrible night's sleep and what the planchette had said kept repeating in my mind, I want to come in, I can't find her here, well someone had come in and they made a thorough job of searching, now who was this mysterious invisible gardener and who were they searching for, well the next morning Margaret had to go off down to town to make sure some particular ingredients were ordered correctly by her kitchen maid, when she came back she had a flush of excitement all over her face, never laugh at my planchette again, I've heard the most extraordinary story from Maud Ashfield in the village, horrible but so frightfully interesting, there was a gardener here some years ago and he used to live in that little cottage and when the family were away up in London he and his wife used to caretake here, he married a wife much younger than himself and gradually he became very jealous of her and one day in a fit of passion he strangled her with his own hands, a little while after someone came to the cottage and found him sobbing over her trying to restore her, they went to the police but before they came back he had taken his own life, he had cut his throat, isn't it all horrible but surely it's rather curious that the planchette said gardener, I am the gardener, I want to come in, I can't find her here, you see I knew nothing about it, I shall do the planchette again this evening, no no not not tonight Margaret, why not you don't have to attend if you don't want to, anyway I just ask you not to, you have got something on your mind, out with it, I believe you're nervous, you think that there is something clear about, what is it?
Horrible, but so frightfully interesting.