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No, sir," said the night-watchman, as he took a seat on a post at the / end of the jetty, and stowed a huge piece of tobacco in his cheek. "No, / man an' boy, I was at sea forty years afore I took on this job, but I / can't say as ever I saw a real, downright ghost."
This was disappointing, and I said so. Previous experience of the power / of Bill's vision had led me to expect something very different.