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"Peter," he had answered, regarding me with a terrible eye,

"Peter, I be disapp'inted in ye!" Hereupon rising, he had rapped

loudly upon his snuff-box and hobbled stiffly away And that

ended the h, to be sure,

Simon had interceded in my behalf with no better success; and

thus I was still left wondering

One day, however, as George and I were hard at work, I beca in the doorway behind me, but at first

paid no heed (for it was become the custom for folk to come to

look at the e), so,

as I say, I worked on heedlessly

"Peter?" said a voice at last and, turning, I beheld the oldme beneath his lowered brows

"Why, Ancient!" I exclaiesture, and fu me with his eye, "were it a Scotchman or

were it not?"

"Why, to be sure it was," I answered, "a Scotch piper, as I told

you, and--"

"Peter," said the Ancient, tapping his snuff-box, "it weren't no

ghost, then--ay or no"