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‘
"
Work
!
"
said
the
goblin
,
"
what
work
?
"
‘
"
The
grave
,
Sir
;
making
the
grave
,
"
stammered
the
sexton
.
‘
"
Oh
,
the
grave
,
eh
?
"
said
the
goblin
;
"
who
makes
graves
at
a
time
when
all
other
men
are
merry
,
and
takes
a
pleasure
in
it
?
"
‘
Again
the
mysterious
voices
replied
,
"
Gabriel
Grub
!
Gabriel
Grub
!
"
‘
"
I
am
afraid
my
friends
want
you
,
Gabriel
,
"
said
the
goblin
,
thrusting
his
tongue
farther
into
his
cheek
than
ever
—
and
a
most
astonishing
tongue
it
was
—
"
I
’
m
afraid
my
friends
want
you
,
Gabriel
,
"
said
the
goblin
.
‘
"
Under
favour
,
Sir
,
"
replied
the
horror
-
stricken
sexton
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
they
can
,
Sir
;
they
don
’
t
know
me
,
Sir
;
I
don
’
t
think
the
gentlemen
have
ever
seen
me
,
Sir
.
"
‘
"
Oh
,
yes
,
they
have
,
"
replied
the
goblin
;
"
we
know
the
man
with
the
sulky
face
and
grim
scowl
,
that
came
down
the
street
to
-
night
,
throwing
his
evil
looks
at
the
children
,
and
grasping
his
burying
-
spade
the
tighter
.
We
know
the
man
who
struck
the
boy
in
the
envious
malice
of
his
heart
,
because
the
boy
could
be
merry
,
and
he
could
not
.
We
know
him
,
we
know
him
.
"
‘
Here
,
the
goblin
gave
a
loud
,
shrill
laugh
,
which
the
echoes
returned
twentyfold
;
and
throwing
his
legs
up
in
the
air
,
stood
upon
his
head
,
or
rather
upon
the
very
point
of
his
sugar
-
loaf
hat
,
on
the
narrow
edge
of
the
tombstone
,
whence
he
threw
a
Somerset
with
extraordinary
agility
,
right
to
the
sexton
’
s
feet
,
at
which
he
planted
himself
in
the
attitude
in
which
tailors
generally
sit
upon
the
shop
-
board
.
‘
"
I
—
I
—
am
afraid
I
must
leave
you
,
Sir
,
"
said
the
sexton
,
making
an
effort
to
move
.
‘
"
Leave
us
!
"
said
the
goblin
,
"
Gabriel
Grub
going
to
leave
us
.
Ho
!
ho
!
ho
!
"
