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NECROMANCER.
When night invited us to rest from the toils of the day, we dedicated the remaining hours to the mutual enjoyment of hallowed friendship's cheerful bliss.
Eight days of peaceful happiness were now elapsed, when Lieutenant N——— entered my apartment one morning, with a countenance exhibiting the strongest marks of horror.
"I come to you," said he, "because I apprehend a second refusal from your friend, if you do not support my request."
Asking him whether he intended to apply once more to my friend to encounter the ghost, he replied, it was his intention to try his fortune once more with my obstinate friend.
"Then you must excuse me," exclaimed I, peevishly.
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