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Comprising a brief Description of the Company at the Peacock assembled; and a Tale told by a Bagman

           Hecouldn’tmakeanythingofitthough,sohegotintobed,coveredhimselfupwarm,andfellasleep.

           ‘Inabouthalfanhour,Tomwokeupwithastart,fromaconfuseddreamoftallmenandtumblersofpunch;andthefirstobjectthatpresenteditselftohiswakingimaginationwasthequeerchair.

           ‘"Iwon’tlookatitanymore,"saidTomtohimself,andhesqueezedhiseyelidstogether,andtriedtopersuadehimselfhewasgoingtosleepagain.Nouse;nothingbutqueerchairsdancedbeforehiseyes,kickinguptheirlegs,jumpingovereachother’sbacks,andplayingallkindsofantics.

           "‘Imayaswellseeonerealchair,astwoorthreecompletesetsoffalseones,"saidTom,bringingouthisheadfromunderthebedclothes.Thereitwas,plainlydiscerniblebythelightofthefire,lookingasprovokingasever.

           ‘Tomgazedatthechair;and,suddenlyashelookedatit,amostextraordinarychangeseemedtocomeoverit.Thecarvingofthebackgraduallyassumedthelineamentsandexpressionofanold,shrivelledhumanface;thedamaskcushionbecameanantique,flappedwaistcoat;theroundknobsgrewintoacoupleoffeet,encasedinredclothslippers;andthewholechairlookedlikeaveryuglyoldman,ofthepreviouscentury,withhisarmsakimbo.Tomsatupinbed,andrubbedhiseyestodispeltheillusion.No.Thechairwasanuglyoldgentleman;andwhatwasmore,hewaswinkingatTomSmart.

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