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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Haunted House — The Ghost in Master B's Room

No other ghost has haunted the boy's room, my friends, since I have occupied it than the ghost of my own childhood, the ghost of my own innocence, the ghost of my own airy belief. Many a time have I pursued the phantom—never with this man's stride of mine to come up with it, never with these man's hands of mine to touch it, never more to this man's heart of mine to hold it in its purity.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Haunted House — The Ghost in Master B's Room

The moment that monarch was thus referred to, conscience whispered me, "Thou, too, Haroun!" The officiating minister had a cast in his eye, and it assisted conscience by giving him the appearance of reading personally at me. A crimson blush, attended by a fearful perspiraiion, suffused my features. The grand vizier became more dead than alive, and the whole seraglio reddened as if the sunset of Bagdad slione direct upon their lovely faces. At this portentous time the awful Griffin rose, and balefully surveyed the children of Islam.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Haunted House — The Ghost in Master B's Room

I had felt, even before the words were uttered, that I was under a spell to pursue the phantom. I immediately did so, and was in blaster B.'s room no longer. Most people know what long and fatiguing night-journeys had been forced upon the witches who' used to confess, and who, no doubt, told the exact truth—particularly as they were always assisted with leading questions, and the torture was always ready. I asseverate that, during my occupation of Master B.'s room, I was taken by the ghost that haunted it, on expeditions fully as long and wild as any of those.
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