Tales of a Traveller by Washington Irving
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confounded treacherous.
Gentlemen, said I, with a slight cocking of the chin, and a bad attempt at a smile, this is all very pleasant--ha! ha!--very pleasant--but I'd have you know I am as little superstitious as any of you--ha! ha!--and as to anything like timidity--you may smile, gentlemen--but I trust there is no one here means to insinuate that.--As to a room's being haunted, I repeat, gentlemen--(growing a little warm at seeing a cursed grin breaking out round me)--as to a room's being haunted, I have as little faith in such silly stories as any one. But, since you put the matter home to me, I will say that I have met with something in my room strange and inexplicable to me--(a shout of laughter). Gentlemen, I am serious--I know well what I am saying--I am calm, gentlemen, (striking my flat upon the table)--by heaven I am calm. I am neither trifling, nor do I wish to be trifled with--(the laughter of the company suppressed with ludicrous attempts at gravity). There is a picture in the room in which I was put last night, that has had an effect upon me the most singular and incomprehensible. "A picture!" said the old gentleman with the haunted head. "A picture!" cried the narrator with the waggish nose. "A picture! a picture!" echoed several voices. Here there was an ungovernable peal of laughter. I could not contain myself. I started up from my seat--looked round on the company with fiery indignation--thrust both my hands into my pockets, and strode up to one of the windows, as though I would have walked through it. I stopped short; looked out upon the landscape without distinguishing a feature of it; and felt my gorge rising almost to suffocation. |
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