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The experienced reader knows it was Christmas Eve, without my telling him. It always is Christmas Eve, in a ghost story.
~ Told after Supper
On Christmas Eve everybody in Ghostland who IS anybody--or rather, speaking of ghosts, one should say, I suppose, every nobody who IS any nobody--comes out to show himself or herself, to see and to be seen, to promenade about and display their winding-sheets and grave-clothes to each other, to criticise one another's style, and sneer at one another's complexion.
~ Told After Supper