A boundary pillar gleamed ghostlike a few hundred yards ahead.
"Captain Desmond, V.C." by Maud Diver
It was almost ghostlike, mister.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science February 1930" by Various
But the nearer he approached, the more ghostlike and mysterious did the figure appear.
"ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands;" by Hezekiah Butterworth
A ghostlike wraith of dust blew through the gate.
"Rosinante to the Road Again" by John Dos Passos
From the outside, through the ball of color, Carse was a ghostlike figure.
"The Affair of the Brains" by Anthony Gilmore
Streaks of white shot through streaks of purple and black neutral clouds twirled, swirling in ghostlike forms.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science, May, 1930" by Various
Vertical chalk cliffs, ghostlike in the moonlight, came in sight and drew near; that was the Island of Moen.
"The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries" by Various
We took the familiar road past the Italian garden, the statues showing ghostlike in the cold gray light, the lake a sheet of ice.
"Francezka" by Molly Elliot Seawell
She looked ethereal, ghostlike, in her long white cloak, with a filmy hood thing drawn loosely over her shining hair.
"The Red Symbol" by John Ironside
The mists of the mountains were also rising, and on every hand were weird, ghostlike shadows which enhanced this scene of wild desolation.
"To Alaska for Gold" by Edward Stratemeyer
Behind the face-mask, her thin features were pale, ghostlike.
"Shock Treatment" by Stanley Mullen
The light of a car crept ghostlike toward them and they stood to board it.
"Ewing\'s Lady" by Harry Leon Wilson
That tall erection over there which still looks ghostlike through the mist is for him.
"The Laughing Cavalier" by Baroness Orczy
Almost to their feet, the long waves came thundering in, weird and ghostlike.
"To Win the Love He Sought" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
Only occasional shadows flit by, silent, ghostlike.
"Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist" by Alexander Berkman
She saw his face pale and ghostlike, yet he never looked at her, but ran past and on without stopping.
"Moonshine & Clover" by Laurence Housman
The same almost ghostlike stillness continued, orders were passed backward and forward in whispers.
"Mysterious Mr. Sabin" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
I see the light now, making her eyes glitter and her paleness ghostlike.
"My Little Sister" by Elizabeth Robins
Merwell screamed loud and long and an echo came back that was weird and ghostlike.
"Dave Porter on Cave Island" by Edward Stratemeyer
She went along the avenue, muffled in her gray cloth cloak, a ghostlike figure, the boy following her as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Mohawks, Volume 1 of 3" by Mary Elizabeth Braddon