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  for this sort of thing; by…the…bye。          A ghost never thinks much of his own
  family:     it is 'the guest' he likes to haunt who after listening to the host's
  ghost   story;   on   Christmas   Eve;   laughs   at   it;   and   says   that   he   does   not
  believe there are such things as ghosts at all; and that he will sleep in the
  haunted chamber that very night; if they will let him。
  Everybody       urges    him   not   to   be  reckless;    but   he   persists   in  his
  foolhardiness; and goes up to the Yellow Chamber (or whatever colour the
  haunted room may be) with a light heart and a candle; and wishes them all
  good…night; and shuts the door。
  Next morning he has got snow…white hair。
  He does not tell anybody what he has seen:              it is too awful。
  There   is   also   the   plucky   guest;   who   sees   a   ghost;   and   knows   it   is   a
  ghost; and watches it; as it comes into the room and disappears through the
  wainscot; after which; as the ghost does not seem to be coming back; and
  there is nothing; consequently; to be gained by stopping awake; he goes to
  sleep。
  He   does   not   mention   having   seen   the   ghost   to   anybody;   for   fear   of
  frightening      themsome        people     are   so   nervous      about    ghosts;but
  determines   to   wait   for   the   next   night;   and   see   if   the   apparition   appears
  again。
  It does appear again; and; this time; he gets out of bed; dresses himself
  and   does   his   hair;   and   follows   it;   and   then   discovers   a   secret   passage
  leading from the bedroom down into the beer…cellar;… …a passage which; no
  doubt; was not unfrequently made use of in the bad old days of yore。
  After him comes the young man who woke up with a strange sensation
  in the middle of the night; and found his rich bachelor uncle standing by
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  his bedside。      The rich uncle smiled a weird sort of smile and vanished。
  The   young   man   immediately   got   up   and   looked   at   his   watch。       It   had
  stopped at half…past four; he having forgotten to wind it。
  He made inquiries the next day; and found that; strangely enough; his
  rich uncle; whose only nephew he was; had married a widow with eleven
  children at exactly a quarter to twelve; only two days ago;
  The young man does not attempt to explain the circumstance。                    All he
  does is to vouch for the truth of his narrative。
  And; to mention another case; there is the gentleman who is returning
  home late at night; from a Freemasons' dinner; and who; noticing a light
  issuing   from   a   ruined   abbey;   creeps   up;   and   looks   through   the   keyhole。
  He sees the ghost of a 'grey sister' kissing the ghost of a brown monk; and
  is so inexpressibly shocked and frightened that he faints on the spot; and is
  discovered there the next morning; lying in a heap against the door; still
  speechless; and with his faithful latch…key clasped tightly in his hand。
  All   these   things   happen   on   Christmas   Eve;   they   are   all   told   of   on
  Christmas Eve。        For ghost stories to be told on any other evening than the
  evening of the twenty…fourth of December would be impossible in English
  society   as   at   present   regulated。    Therefore;   in   introducing   the   sad   but
  authentic ghost stories that follow hereafter; I feel that it is unnecessary to
  inform the student of Anglo…Saxon literature that the date on which they
  were told and on which the incidents took place wasChristmas Eve。
  Nevertheless; I do so。
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  HOW THE STORIES CAME TO
  BE TOLD
  It was Christmas Eve!        Christmas Eve at my Uncle John's; Christmas
  Eve (There is too much 'Christmas Eve' about this book。                I can see that
  myself。     It is beginning to get monotonous even to me。            But I don't see
  how   to   avoid   it   now。)   at   No。   47   Laburnham   Grove;   Tooting!   Christmas
  Eve in the dimly…lighted (there was a gas…strike on) front parlour; where
  the   flickering   fire…light   threw   strange   shadows   on   the   highly   coloured
  wall…paper; while without; in the wild street; the storm raged pitilessly; and
  the wind; like some unquiet spirit; flew; moaning; across the square; and
  passed; wailing with a troubled cry; round by the milk…shop。
  We had had supper; and were sitting round; talking and smoking。
  We     had   had   a   very   good    suppera   very   good    supper;   indeed。
  Unpleasantness has occurred since; in our family; in connection with this
  party。   Rumours have been put about in our family; concerning the matter
  generally;    but  more    particularly   concerning    my    own   share   in  it;  and
  remarks have been passed which have not so much surprised me; because
  I know what our family are; but which have pained me very much。                     As
  for my Aunt Maria; I do not know when I shall care to see her again。                  I
  should have thought Aunt Maria might have known me better。
  But although injusticegross injustice; as I shall explain later onhas
  been done to myself; that shall not deter me from doing justice to others;
  even to those who have made unfeeling insinuations。              I will do justice to
  Aunt Maria's hot veal pasties; and toasted lobsters; followed by her own
  special make of cheesecakes; warm (there is no sense; to my thinking; in
  cold cheesecakes; you lose half the flavour); and washed down by Uncle
  John's own particular old ale; and acknowledge that they were most tasty。
  I did justice to them then; Aunt Maria herself could not but admit that。
  After supper; Uncle brewed some whisky…punch。                I did justice to that
  also;   Uncle   John   himself  said   so。 He   said   he   was   glad   to   notice   that   I
  liked it。
  Aunt went to bed soon after supper; leaving the local curate; old Dr。
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  Scrubbles;   Mr。   Samuel   Coombes;   our   member   of   the   County   Council;
  Teddy Biffles; and myself to keep Uncle company。                  We agreed that it was
  too early to give in for some time yet; so Uncle brewed another bowl of
  punch; and I think we all did justice to thatat least I know I did。                 It is a
  passion with me; is the desire to do justice。
  We   sat   up   for   a   long   while;   and   the   Doctor   brewed   some   gin…punch
  later   on;   for   a change;   though   I   could   not   taste   much   difference   myself。
  But it was all good; and we were very happyeverybody was so kind。
  Uncle John told us a very funny story in the course of the evening。 Oh;
  it   WAS   a   funny   story!   I   forget   what   it   was   about   now;   but   I   know   it
  amused me very much at the time; I do not think I ever laughed so much
  in all my life。     It is strange that I cannot recollect that story too; because
  he told it us four times。       And it was entirely our own fault that he did not
  tell   it   us   a   fifth。  After   that;   the   Doctor   sang   a   very   clever   song;   in   the
  course of which he imitated all the different animals in a farmyard。                     He
  did mix them a bit。         He brayed for the bantam cock; and crowed for the
  pig; but we knew what he meant all right。
  I   started   relating   a  most    interesting   anecdote;     but   was   somewhat
  surprised to observe; as   I went   on; that   nobody was   paying the slightest
  attention to me whatever。          I thought this rather rude of them at first; until
  it dawned upon me that I was talking to myself all the time; instead of out
  aloud; so that; of course; they did not know that I was telling them a tale at
  all; and were probably puzzled to understand the meaning of my animated
  expression and eloquent gestures。            It was a most curious mistake for any
  one to make。       I never knew such a thing happen to me before。
  Later on; our curate did tricks with cards。           He asked us if we had ever
  seen a game called the 〃Three Card Trick。〃                He said it was an artifice by
  means of which low; unscrupulous men; frequenters of race…meetings and
  such like haunts; swindled foolish young fellows out of their money。                     He
  said it was a very simple trick to do:           it all depended on the quickness of
  the hand。     It was the quickness of the hand deceived the eye。
  He said he would show us the imposture so that we might b