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figure on the page moved slightly ; and he was positive 
that one of the Ghost's arms, in the engraving, had been 
raised, while now both were at his side. 
Mr. Broadstreet turned back the leaf with some misgiv- 
ing, and looked carefully behind it. Nothing but blank 
white paper. 
How/' muttered Mr. Broadstreet to himself, " a man's 
fancy does play strange tricks with — Halloo ! " 
He was once more glancing at the picture, when the 
jolly Ghost gave him an unmistakable wink. 
To say that the lawyer started, was astonished, struck 
dumb, — would be mild. He sat staring at the page, not 
wholly believing his own eyes, and yet not liking to look 
upon such a — to say the least — peculiar picture. 
While he was in this bewildered state of mind, a rich, 
jovial voice was heard, apparently proceeding from a 
great distance, and at the same time directly from the 
book he held in his hand ; and — yes, no doubt about it 
— the Ghost's bearded lips were moving. 
"Well?" said the Ghost, still seeming very, very 
far off. 
" Well, sir ? " stammered Mr. Broadstreet, in return. 
"You see, I'm not dead yet, although some of your 
good people on this side of the water pay precious little 
attention to me." 
" Why, really," said Mr. Broadstreet, instinctively argu- 
ing the opposite side of the question, " as to that, I'm not 
so sure. Take Christmas cards, now. Five years ago 
