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"OH, of course they're not show ghosts -- a collector wouldn't think / anything of them. Don't let me raise your hopes. their one merit / is their numerical strength: the exceptional fact of their being _two_. / But, as against this, I'm bound to admit that at any moment I / could probably have exorcised them both by asking my doctor for a / prescription, or my oculist for a pair of spectacles. Only, as I / never could make up my mind whether to go to the doctor or the / oculist -- whether I was afflicted by an optical or a digestive / delusion -- I left them to pursue their interesting double life, though at / times they made mine exceedingly comfortable.
"Yes -- uncomfortable; and you know how I hate to be uncomfortable! But it / was part of my stupid pride, when the thing began, not to admit that I / could be disturbed by the trifling matter of seeing two --