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So they goes chatterin' an' chitterin' as 'ow the old chap 'ad been playin' cards wi' the devil, an' got a bad end. But Miss Tranter, she don't listen to maids' gabble, she's doin' well, devil or no devil an' if any one was to talk to 'er 'bout ghosteses an' sich-like, she'd wallop 'em out of 'er bar with a broom! Ay, that she would!
My aunt led the van with a red-hot poker; and, in my opinion, she was the most formidable of the party. The waiting maid brought up the rear, dreading to stay alone in the servants' hall, smelling to a broken bottle of volatile salts, and expressing her terror of the ghosteses. "Ghosts!" said my aunt resolutely, "I'll singe their whiskers for them!" They entered the chamber.
I know it!" said Jonas huskily, as he led the way to the street. There, Enoch insisted on walking the three or four miles home. "All right," agreed Jonas, cheerfully. "I guess ghosteses don't mind travel, and that's all I am, just a ghost." Enoch stopped abruptly, put a hand on Jonas' shoulder and hailed a passing night prowler.
Spruce had often been asked to do so, but she invariably refused, 'not wishin' to be troubled with ghosteses of the old Squire, as she frankly explained.
"De rocks am slippery, an' you kin twist an ankle widout half tryin', sah." "I will be careful, Ben. So this is the wreck?" "Yes, sah." "I presume all that was movable in the ship has been carried off?" "Long ago, sah." "But the inside of the ship itself was not torn out?" "No, sah. De folks around yeah is too afraid ob ghosteses fo' dat."
"But de ghosteses, massah! Besides, Mrs. Ruthven wouldn't let us touch dat wrack nohow." "On account of the boy, I suppose." "Yes, massah." "To tell the truth, my man, I have now as much interest in that ship as has that boy or Mrs. Ruthven. It brings back an exciting passage in my life. My visit to the wreck was made to satisfy me concerning several important questions.
But what seemed strange to me was to see Sadler and Irish, that were taken for drowned beyond further trouble, standing in front of the mule-drivers, looking down at us, and then up at the Helen Mar, and Sadler seeming like he had a satirical poem on his mind which he was going to propagate. I says, "No ghosteses allowed here. You go away."
"That's all nonsense, Becky," responded Tom. "The captain says as how there's no such things as ghosteses, and therefore it's my belief that there isn't; besides, don't you know that this here old Tower stands on the solid rock?
An' he gwine along jes as fast as he kin whin he come to de aidge ob de buryin'-ground whut on de hill, an' right dar he bound to stop, 'ca'se de kentry round about am so populate he ain't able to go frough. Yas, sah, seem like all de ghostes in de world havin' de conferince right dar. Seem like all de ghosteses whut yever was am havin' a convintion on dat spot.
An' he gwine along jes as fast as he kin' whin he come' to de aidge ob de buryin'-ground whut on de hill, an' right dar he bound to stop, 'ca'se de kentry round about am so populate' he ain't able to go frough. Yas, sah, seem' like all de ghostes in de world habin' a conferince right dar. Seem' like all de ghosteses whut yever was am havin' a convintion on dat spot.
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