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1

"

I

can

assure

you

,

"

said

I

,

"

that

it

will

take

a

very

tangible

ghost

to

frighten

me

.

"

And

I

stood

up

before

the

fire

with

my

glass

in

my

hand

.

2

"

It

is

your

own

choosing

,

"

said

the

man

with

the

withered

arm

,

and

glanced

at

me

askance

.

3

"

Eight-and-twenty

years

,

"

said

I

,

"

I

have

lived

,

and

never

a

ghost

have

I

seen

as

yet

.

"

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4

The

old

woman

sat

staring

hard

into

the

fire

,

her

pale

eyes

wide

open

.

"

Ay

,

"

she

broke

in

;

"

and

eight-and-twenty

years

you

have

lived

and

never

seen

the

likes

of

this

house

,

I

reckon

.

There

's

a

many

things

to

see

,

when

one

's

still

but

eight-and-twenty

.

"

She

swayed

her

head

slowly

from

side

to

side

.

"

A

many

things

to

see

and

sorrow

for

.

"

5

I

half

suspected

the

old

people

were

trying

to

enhance

the

spiritual

terrors

of

their

house

by

their

droning

insistence

.

I

put

down

my

empty

glass

on

the

table

and

looked

about

the

room

,

and

caught

a

glimpse

of

myself

,

abbreviated

and

broadened

to

an

impossible

sturdiness

,

in

the

queer

old

mirror

at

the

end

of

the

room

.

"

Well

,

"

I

said

,

"

if

I

see

anything

to-night

,

I

shall

be

so

much

the

wiser

.

For

I

come

to

the

business

with

an

open

mind

.

"

6

"

It

's

your

own

choosing

,

"

said

the

man

with

the

withered

arm

once

more

.

7

I

heard

the

faint

sound

of

a

stick

and

a

shambling

step

on

the

flags

in

the

passage

outside

.

The

door

creaked

on

its

hinges

as

a

second

old

man

entered

,

more

bent

,

more

wrinkled

,

more

aged

even

than

the

first

.

He

supported

himself

by

the

help

of

a

crutch

,

his

eyes

were

covered

by

a

shade

,

and

his

lower

lip

,

half

averted

,

hung

pale

and

pink

from

his

decaying

yellow

teeth

.

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8

He

made

straight

for

an

armchair

on

the

opposite

side

of

the

table

,

sat

down

clumsily

,

and

began

to

cough

.

The

man

with

the

withered

hand

gave

the

newcomer

a

short

glance

of

positive

dislike

;

the

old

woman

took

no

notice

of

his

arrival

,

but

remained

with

her

eyes

fixed

steadily

on

the

fire

.

9

"

I

said

--

it

's

your

own

choosing

,

"

said

the

man

with

the

withered

hand

,

when

the

coughing

had

ceased

for

a

while

.

10

"

It

's

my

own

choosing

,

"

I

answered

.

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