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For some seconds the diner sat, too astounded for speech or action. That either of his dependents should have dared to thus defy him!
At length he rose, and took a step or two towards the window. It was no trick of his fancy. There lay the abomination, its dry dead hair stirring in the draught, its stuft lid winking a dirty white, as if it cocked an eye at him in a hideous merriment.