The Ghost of Guir House by Charles Willing Beale
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"You have been absent from home to-day, I believe," said Henley to
the old man, by way of opening the conversation, and with the hope of eliciting an answer which would throw some light upon his habits. "Yes," Ah Ben replied, blowing a volume of smoke from under his long, white moustache; "I seldom pass the entire day in this house. There are few things that give me more pleasure than roaming alone through the forest. One seems to come in closer touch with first principles. Nature, Mr. Henley, must be courted to be comprehended." "I suppose so," answered Paul, not knowing what else to say, and wondering at the man's odd method of passing the time. A long silence followed after this, only interrupted at intervals by guttural mutterings from the parrot, which seemed to be lodged somewhere in the upper regions of the obscure stairway. When the clock struck eleven, the bird shrieked out, as upon the previous night. "Dorothy! Dorothy! it is bed time!" Miss Guir arose, and saying "Good night," left Ah Ben and Mr. Henley to themselves. "I am afraid I have been very stupid," said the old man, apologetically; "indeed, I must have fallen asleep, as it is my habit to take a nap in the early evening, after which I am more wide awake than at any other hour." "Not at all," answered Paul, "I have been enjoying my pipe, and as |
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