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The Story of the Goblins who stole a Sexton

           

           ‘"Oh,thegrave,eh?"saidthegoblin;"whomakesgravesatatimewhenallothermenaremerry,andtakesapleasureinit?"

           ‘Againthemysteriousvoicesreplied,"GabrielGrub!GabrielGrub!"

           ‘"Iamafraidmyfriendswantyou,Gabriel,"saidthegoblin,thrustinghistonguefartherintohischeekthaneverandamostastonishingtongueitwas—"I’mafraidmyfriendswantyou,Gabriel,"saidthegoblin.

           ‘"Underfavour,Sir,"repliedthehorror-strickensexton,"Idon’tthinktheycan,Sir;theydon’tknowme,Sir;Idon’tthinkthegentlemenhaveeverseenme,Sir."

           ‘"Oh,yes,theyhave,"repliedthegoblin;"weknowthemanwiththesulkyfaceandgrimscowl,thatcamedownthestreetto-night,throwinghisevillooksatthechildren,andgraspinghisburying-spadethetighter.Weknowthemanwhostrucktheboyintheenviousmaliceofhisheart,becausetheboycouldbemerry,andhecouldnot.Weknowhim,weknowhim."

           ‘Here,thegoblingavealoud,shrilllaugh,whichtheechoesreturnedtwentyfold;andthrowinghislegsupintheair,stooduponhishead,orratherupontheverypointofhissugar-loafhat,onthenarrowedgeofthetombstone,whencehethrewaSomersetwithextraordinaryagility,righttothesexton’sfeet,atwhichheplantedhimselfintheattitudeinwhichtailorsgenerallysitupontheshop-board.

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