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  So she crept over quietly and threw holy water on it without a word. No sooner was this done than a dense black smoke filled the place, through which nothing was seen but the two red eyes of the cat, burning like coals of fire.     -The Demon Cat,  by Lady Wilde via W.B. Yeats
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  It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies and the rain fell upon my head –and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.     -Silence- A Fable,  by Edgar Allen Poe
  I noticed, after he left, which he did almost immediately, that there was a drop of red fluid on the marble under the wine-glass. The blood-stain on the picture was accounted for; but how came the moth here?     -The Shadow of a Shade,  by Tom Hood
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  The first thing they saw was the picture leaning up against a pile of books on the table, as it had been left, and the next thing was Williams’s skip, seated on a chair opposite, gazing at it with undisguised horror.     -The Mezzotint, by  M.R. James
  And they carded the thread, and turned their spinning wheels, and wound and wove. All singing together an ancient rhyme, but no word did they speak to the mistress of the house.     -The Horned Women,  by Lady Wilde via W.B. Yeats
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