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the better of. This was the last time I was terrified by the firing of the gun.
It was however succeeded by a noise like the clapping of hands.—The partiality of the public had so long accustomed me to this interruption, that I for some time paid no attention to it. My friends remarked it, and told me they constantly heard it at eleven o’clock, close to my door: they could distinguish no one, and were convinced what they heard must have been the result of some supernatural cause.
As the noise had nothing terrible in it, I did not observe what length of time it continued. It was followed by
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