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"
‘
Well
,
"
said
Tom
,
slowly
undressing
himself
,
and
staring
at
the
old
chair
all
the
while
,
which
stood
with
a
mysterious
aspect
by
the
bedside
,
"
I
never
saw
such
a
rum
concern
as
that
in
my
days
.
Very
odd
,
"
said
Tom
,
who
had
got
rather
sage
with
the
hot
punch
—
‘
very
odd
.
"
Tom
shook
his
head
with
an
air
of
profound
wisdom
,
and
looked
at
the
chair
again
.
He
couldn
’
t
make
anything
of
it
though
,
so
he
got
into
bed
,
covered
himself
up
warm
,
and
fell
asleep
.
‘
In
about
half
an
hour
,
Tom
woke
up
with
a
start
,
from
a
confused
dream
of
tall
men
and
tumblers
of
punch
;
and
the
first
object
that
presented
itself
to
his
waking
imagination
was
the
queer
chair
.
‘
"
I
won
’
t
look
at
it
any
more
,
"
said
Tom
to
himself
,
and
he
squeezed
his
eyelids
together
,
and
tried
to
persuade
himself
he
was
going
to
sleep
again
.
No
use
;
nothing
but
queer
chairs
danced
before
his
eyes
,
kicking
up
their
legs
,
jumping
over
each
other
’
s
backs
,
and
playing
all
kinds
of
antics
.
"
‘
I
may
as
well
see
one
real
chair
,
as
two
or
three
complete
sets
of
false
ones
,
"
said
Tom
,
bringing
out
his
head
from
under
the
bedclothes
.
There
it
was
,
plainly
discernible
by
the
light
of
the
fire
,
looking
as
provoking
as
ever
.
‘
Tom
gazed
at
the
chair
;
and
,
suddenly
as
he
looked
at
it
,
a
most
extraordinary
change
seemed
to
come
over
it
.
The
carving
of
the
back
gradually
assumed
the
lineaments
and
expression
of
an
old
,
shrivelled
human
face
;
the
damask
cushion
became
an
antique
,
flapped
waistcoat
;
the
round
knobs
grew
into
a
couple
of
feet
,
encased
in
red
cloth
slippers
;
and
the
whole
chair
looked
like
a
very
ugly
old
man
,
of
the
previous
century
,
with
his
arms
akimbo
.
Tom
sat
up
in
bed
,
and
rubbed
his
eyes
to
dispel
the
illusion
.
No
.
The
chair
was
an
ugly
old
gentleman
;
and
what
was
more
,
he
was
winking
at
Tom
Smart
.
‘
Tom
was
naturally
a
headlong
,
careless
sort
of
dog
,
and
he
had
had
five
tumblers
of
hot
punch
into
the
bargain
;
so
,
although
he
was
a
little
startled
at
first
,
he
began
to
grow
rather
indignant
when
he
saw
the
old
gentleman
winking
and
leering
at
him
with
such
an
impudent
air
.
At
length
he
resolved
that
he
wouldn
’
t
stand
it
;
and
as
the
old
face
still
kept
winking
away
as
fast
as
ever
,
Tom
said
,
in
a
very
angry
tone
—
‘
"
What
the
devil
are
you
winking
at
me
for
?
"
‘
"
Because
I
like
it
,
Tom
Smart
,
"
said
the
chair
;
or
the
old
gentleman
,
whichever
you
like
to
call
him
.
He
stopped
winking
though
,
when
Tom
spoke
,
and
began
grinning
like
a
superannuated
monkey
.
‘
"
How
do
you
know
my
name
,
old
nut
-
cracker
face
?
"
inquired
Tom
Smart
,
rather
staggered
;
though
he
pretended
to
carry
it
off
so
well
.
