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In a few days the sight of his wife wrapped in a shawl the color of an unripe cucumber had a rejuvenating influence upon Ebenezer Wopp. He did not say much, being a man of few words, but his sentiments were inscribed in cramped illegible writing on a slip of paper to be handed down to posterity. “You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken. “No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”.
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