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"What was it like?" I inquired, struck by this apparent weakness

in one so hardy and full of health

"'Twere a screa with

an effort, "'twere like somebody shriekin' out wi' 'is throat

choked up wi' blood Jarge and me didn't wait for no roanin' arter us till as

out upon the road, and then it shrieked at us from the bushes

Ecod! it do e left 'is

best sledge be'ind 'im, and I my crowbar, and we never went back

for therizzled hair at his temples "I tell 'ee, Peter, that place

aren't fit for no ht If so be you'm lookin' for a

bed, my chap, theer's one you can 'are at 'The Bull,' ready and

willin'"

"An' gratus!" added the Ancient, tapping his snuffbox

"Thank you," said I, "both of you, for the offer, but I have a

strange fancy to hear, and, if possible, see this ghost for

myself"

"Don't 'ee du it," admonished the Ancient, "so dark an' lonesome