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198 TOM SAWYER. |
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"Yes, that's so. But anyway they don't come around in the daytime, so what's the use of our being afeared ? "
"Well, all right. We'll tackle the ha'nted house if you say so—but I reckon it's taking chances."
They had started down the hill by this time. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the "ha'nted " house, utterly isolated, its fences gone |
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THE HA'NTED HOUSE. |
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long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys gazed a while, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill. |
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