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"I'm glad," Mr. Terwilliger murmured to himself, "that I ain't one of those delicately reared nobles. If I had anything less than a right-down regular republican constitution I'd die of fright." And then his natural grit came to his rescue, and it was well it did, for the presence had assumed shape, and now sat on the window-ledge in the form of a hag, glaring at him from out of the depths of her unfathomable eyes, in which, despite their deadly greenness, there lurked a tinge of red caused by small specks of that hue semioccasionally seen floating across her dilated pupils. "You are the Bangletop ghost, I presume?" said Terwilliger, rising and standing near the fire to thaw out his system. The spectre made no reply, but pointed to the door. "Yes," Terwilliger said, as if answering a q