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that Helen's cheeks were tinged with a crimson hue of inward satisfaction; her aspect and her looks supported my resolution."
"Sir," said I, "the tranquillity of your house is dear to me, and I have had the good fortune, last night, to hit upon means, the application of which will certainly secure it for ever."
"The simple superstitious man embraced me with visible marks of gratitude, exclaiming in an ecstacy of joy, "O, tell me, tell me, what must I do?"
"Then he ordered his daughter to fetch a bottle of Hungarian wine, pressing me to drink; but I declined it, resuming,
"Sir, the ghost that disturbs the peace of your house—"
"Have you seen him?" he interrupted me, with a ghastly look.
"I
