In the strange illumination of the search beams he seemed the wraith of a scarecrow.
Across the stair she wavered, a wraith blown across the gulf of time.
They had him, but it was like getting hold of an apparition, a wraith, a portent.
Was she a woman or a wraith, this slender thing swaying in the candle-light?
This apparition of a friend has in the Scotch wraith, or Irish ...