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under her nose. I never seed a ghost myself; but then I says to myself, Very like I havent got the smell for em. I mean, putting a ghost for a smell, or else contrairiways. And so Im for holding with both sides; for, as I say, the truth lies between em. And if Dowlas was to go and stand and say hed never seen a wink o Cliffs Holiday all the night through, Id back him; and if anybody said as Cliffs Holiday was certain sure for all that, Id back him too. For the smells what I go by. The landlords analogical argument was not well received by the farrier, a man intensely opposed to compromise. Tut, tut, he said, setting down his glass with refreshed irritation; whats the smell got to do with it? Did ever a ghost give a man a black eye? thats what I should like to know. If ghoses want me to believe in em, let em leave off skulking i the dark and i lone places; let em come where theres company and candles. As if ghoses ud want to be believed in by anybody so ignorant! said Mr. Macey, in deep disgust at the farriers crass incompetence to apprehend the conditions of ghostly phenomena. |
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