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The other night when I was telling youAbout the light in the church-yard, how you trembledBecause the screech-owl hooted at the window,And would not go to bed.JANE.Why Grandmamma,You said yourself you did not like to hear him.Pray now! we wo'nt be frightened.GRANDMOTHER.Well, well, children!But you've heard all my stories. Let me see,—Did I never tell you how the smuggler murderedThe woman down at Pill?HARRY.No—never! never!GRANDMOTHER.Not how he cut her head off in the stable?HARRY.Oh—now! do tell us that!
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