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I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has, Of A Spirit's Haunting A House ; But I Have Had My Own Personal Experience Of A House's Haunting A Spirit.

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

I Am Not Against Hasty Marriages Where A Mutual Flame Is Fanned By An Adequate Income.

And Earth Was Heaven A Little The Worse For Wear. And Heaven Was Earth, Done Up Again To Look Like New.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything ... But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times ... The Roses Get It. I Began My Life Among Them In My Father's Nursery Garden, And I Shall End My Life Among Them, If I Can. Yes. One Of These Days (please God) I Shall Retire From Catching Thieves, And Try My Hand At Growing Roses.