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‘
Funny
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
involuntarily
.
‘
Yes
,
funny
,
are
they
not
?
’
replied
the
little
old
man
,
with
a
diabolical
leer
;
and
then
,
without
pausing
for
an
answer
,
he
continued
—
‘
I
knew
another
man
—
let
me
see
—
forty
years
ago
now
—
who
took
an
old
,
damp
,
rotten
set
of
chambers
,
in
one
of
the
most
ancient
inns
,
that
had
been
shut
up
and
empty
for
years
and
years
before
.
There
were
lots
of
old
women
’
s
stories
about
the
place
,
and
it
certainly
was
very
far
from
being
a
cheerful
one
;
but
he
was
poor
,
and
the
rooms
were
cheap
,
and
that
would
have
been
quite
a
sufficient
reason
for
him
,
if
they
had
been
ten
times
worse
than
they
really
were
.
He
was
obliged
to
take
some
mouldering
fixtures
that
were
on
the
place
,
and
,
among
the
rest
,
was
a
great
lumbering
wooden
press
for
papers
,
with
large
glass
doors
,
and
a
green
curtain
inside
;
a
pretty
useless
thing
for
him
,
for
he
had
no
papers
to
put
in
it
;
and
as
to
his
clothes
,
he
carried
them
about
with
him
,
and
that
wasn
’
t
very
hard
work
,
either
.
Well
,
he
had
moved
in
all
his
furniture
—
it
wasn
’
t
quite
a
truck
-
full
—
and
had
sprinkled
it
about
the
room
,
so
as
to
make
the
four
chairs
look
as
much
like
a
dozen
as
possible
,
and
was
sitting
down
before
the
fire
at
night
,
drinking
the
first
glass
of
two
gallons
of
whisky
he
had
ordered
on
credit
,
wondering
whether
it
would
ever
be
paid
for
,
and
if
so
,
in
how
many
years
’
time
,
when
his
eyes
encountered
the
glass
doors
of
the
wooden
press
.
"
Ah
,
"
says
he
,
"
if
I
hadn
’
t
been
obliged
to
take
that
ugly
article
at
the
old
broker
’
s
valuation
,
I
might
have
got
something
comfortable
for
the
money
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
it
is
,
old
fellow
,
"
he
said
,
speaking
aloud
to
the
press
,
having
nothing
else
to
speak
to
,
"
if
it
wouldn
’
t
cost
more
to
break
up
your
old
carcass
,
than
it
would
ever
be
worth
afterward
,
I
’
d
have
a
fire
out
of
you
in
less
than
no
time
.
"
He
had
hardly
spoken
the
words
,
when
a
sound
resembling
a
faint
groan
,
appeared
to
issue
from
the
interior
of
the
case
.
It
startled
him
at
first
,
but
thinking
,
on
a
moment
’
s
reflection
,
that
it
must
be
some
young
fellow
in
the
next
chamber
,
who
had
been
dining
out
,
he
put
his
feet
on
the
fender
,
and
raised
the
poker
to
stir
the
fire
.
At
that
moment
,
the
sound
was
repeated
;
and
one
of
the
glass
doors
slowly
opening
,
disclosed
a
pale
and
emaciated
figure
in
soiled
and
worn
apparel
,
standing
erect
in
the
press
.
The
figure
was
tall
and
thin
,
and
the
countenance
expressive
of
care
and
anxiety
;
but
there
was
something
in
the
hue
of
the
skin
,
and
gaunt
and
unearthly
appearance
of
the
whole
form
,
which
no
being
of
this
world
was
ever
seen
to
wear
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
said
the
new
tenant
,
turning
very
pale
;
poising
the
poker
in
his
hand
,
however
,
and
taking
a
very
decent
aim
at
the
countenance
of
the
figure
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
Don
’
t
throw
that
poker
at
me
,
"
replied
the
form
;
"
if
you
hurled
it
with
ever
so
sure
an
aim
,
it
would
pass
through
me
,
without
resistance
,
and
expend
its
force
on
the
wood
behind
.
I
am
a
spirit
.
"
"
And
pray
,
what
do
you
want
here
?
"
faltered
the
tenant
.
"
In
this
room
,
"
replied
the
apparition
,
"
my
worldly
ruin
was
worked
,
and
I
and
my
children
beggared
.
In
this
press
,
the
papers
in
a
long
,
long
suit
,
which
accumulated
for
years
,
were
deposited
.
In
this
room
,
when
I
had
died
of
grief
,
and
long
-
deferred
hope
,
two
wily
harpies
divided
the
wealth
for
which
I
had
contested
during
a
wretched
existence
,
and
of
which
,
at
last
,
not
one
farthing
was
left
for
my
unhappy
descendants
.
I
terrified
them
from
the
spot
,
and
since
that
day
have
prowled
by
night
—
the
only
period
at
which
I
can
revisit
the
earth
—
about
the
scenes
of
my
long
-
protracted
misery
.
This
apartment
is
mine
:
leave
it
to
me
.
"
"
If
you
insist
upon
making
your
appearance
here
,
"
said
the
tenant
,
who
had
had
time
to
collect
his
presence
of
mind
during
this
prosy
statement
of
the
ghost
’
s
,
"
I
shall
give
up
possession
with
the
greatest
pleasure
;
but
I
should
like
to
ask
you
one
question
,
if
you
will
allow
me
.
"
"
Say
on
,
"
said
the
apparition
sternly
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
tenant
,
"
I
don
’
t
apply
the
observation
personally
to
you
,
because
it
is
equally
applicable
to
most
of
the
ghosts
I
ever
heard
of
;
but
it
does
appear
to
me
somewhat
inconsistent
,
that
when
you
have
an
opportunity
of
visiting
the
fairest
spots
of
earth
—
for
I
suppose
space
is
nothing
to
you
—
you
should
always
return
exactly
to
the
very
places
where
you
have
been
most
miserable
.
"
"
Egad
,
that
’
s
very
true
;
I
never
thought
of
that
before
,
"
said
the
ghost
.
"
You
see
,
Sir
,
"
pursued
the
tenant
,
"
this
is
a
very
uncomfortable
room
.
From
the
appearance
of
that
press
,
I
should
be
disposed
to
say
that
it
is
not
wholly
free
from
bugs
;
and
I
really
think
you
might
find
much
more
comfortable
quarters
:
to
say
nothing
of
the
climate
of
London
,
which
is
extremely
disagreeable
.
"
"
You
are
very
right
,
Sir
,
"
said
the
ghost
politely
,
"
it
never
struck
me
till
now
;
I
’
ll
try
change
of
air
directly
"
—
and
,
in
fact
,
he
began
to
vanish
as
he
spoke
;
his
legs
,
indeed
,
had
quite
disappeared
.
"
And
if
,
Sir
,
"
said
the
tenant
,
calling
after
him
,
"
if
you
WOULD
have
the
goodness
to
suggest
to
the
other
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
are
now
engaged
in
haunting
old
empty
houses
,
that
they
might
be
much
more
comfortable
elsewhere
,
you
will
confer
a
very
great
benefit
on
society
.
"
"
I
will
,
"
replied
the
ghost
;
"
we
must
be
dull
fellows
—
very
dull
fellows
,
indeed
;
I
can
’
t
imagine
how
we
can
have
been
so
stupid
.
"
With
these
words
,
the
spirit
disappeared
;
and
what
is
rather
remarkable
,
’
added
the
old
man
,
with
a
shrewd
look
round
the
table
,
‘
he
never
came
back
again
.
’
‘
That
ain
’
t
bad
,
if
it
’
s
true
,
’
said
the
man
in
the
Mosaic
studs
,
lighting
a
fresh
cigar
.
‘
IF
!
’
exclaimed
the
old
man
,
with
a
look
of
excessive
contempt
.
‘
I
suppose
,
’
he
added
,
turning
to
Lowten
,
‘
he
’
ll
say
next
,
that
my
story
about
the
queer
client
we
had
,
when
I
was
in
an
attorney
’
s
office
,
is
not
true
either
—
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
.
’
‘
I
shan
’
t
venture
to
say
anything
at
all
about
it
,
seeing
that
I
never
heard
the
story
,
’
observed
the
owner
of
the
Mosaic
decorations
.
‘
I
wish
you
would
repeat
it
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
