as "Gaunt Gibeon, the Blood-sucker of Bexley Moor," and the
he had excited one lovely June evening by merely playing ninepins with his own bones upon the law-tennis ground. And after all this, some wretched modern Americans were to come and offer him the Rising Sun Lubricator, and throw pillows at his head! It was quite unbearable. Besides, no ghost in history had ever been treated in this manner. Accordingly, he determined to have vengeance, and remained till daylight in an attitude of deep thought.
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