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In which the old Man launches forth into his favourite Theme, and relates a Story about a queer Clie

           "Andif,Sir,"saidthetenant,callingafterhim,"ifyouWOULDhavethegoodnesstosuggesttotheotherladiesandgentlemenwhoarenowengagedinhauntingoldemptyhouses,thattheymightbemuchmorecomfortableelsewhere,youwillconferaverygreatbenefitonsociety.""Iwill,"repliedtheghost;"wemustbedullfellowsverydullfellows,indeed;Ican’timaginehowwecanhavebeensostupid."Withthesewords,thespiritdisappeared;andwhatisratherremarkable,’addedtheoldman,withashrewdlookroundthetable,‘henevercamebackagain.’

           ‘Thatain’tbad,ifit’strue,’saidthemanintheMosaicstuds,lightingafreshcigar.

           ‘IF!’exclaimedtheoldman,withalookofexcessivecontempt.‘Isuppose,’headded,turningtoLowten,‘he’llsaynext,thatmystoryaboutthequeerclientwehad,whenIwasinanattorney’soffice,isnottrueeitherIshouldn’twonder.’

           ‘Ishan’tventuretosayanythingatallaboutit,seeingthatIneverheardthestory,’observedtheowneroftheMosaicdecorations.

           ‘Iwishyouwouldrepeatit,Sir,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Ah,do,’saidLowten,‘nobodyhashearditbutme,andIhavenearlyforgottenit.’

           Theoldmanlookedroundthetable,andleeredmorehorriblythanever,asifintriumph,attheattentionwhichwasdepictedineveryface.

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