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"
That
’
s
just
it
!
The
ghost
is
not
seen
.
And
he
has
no
dress
-
coat
and
no
head
!
All
that
talk
about
his
death
’
s
head
and
his
head
of
fire
is
nonsense
!
There
’
s
nothing
in
it
.
You
only
hear
him
when
he
is
in
the
box
.
Mother
has
never
seen
him
,
but
she
has
heard
him
.
Mother
knows
,
because
she
gives
him
his
program
.
"
Sorelli
interfered
.
"
Giry
,
child
,
you
’
re
getting
at
us
!
"
Thereupon
little
Giry
began
to
cry
.
"
I
ought
to
have
held
my
tongue
—
if
mother
ever
came
to
know
!
But
I
was
quite
right
,
Joseph
Buquet
had
no
business
to
talk
of
things
that
don
’
t
concern
him
—
it
will
bring
him
bad
luck
—
mother
was
saying
so
last
night
—
—
"
There
was
a
sound
of
hurried
and
heavy
footsteps
in
the
passage
and
a
breathless
voice
cried
:
"
Cecile
!
Cecile
!
Are
you
there
?
"
"
It
’
s
mother
’
s
voice
,
"
said
Jammes
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
She
opened
the
door
.
A
respectable
lady
,
built
on
the
lines
of
a
Pomeranian
grenadier
,
burst
into
the
dressing
-
room
and
dropped
groaning
into
a
vacant
arm
-
chair
.
Her
eyes
rolled
madly
in
her
brick
-
dust
colored
face
.
