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of bullets through it, and prove if the thing within be flesh and blood, or not. Run for my pistols, I say.
SMITCHENSTAULT (bursting from the closet).
Don't fire de pistol! I am blood and flesh.
You here! Where is Freemantle? It was him I followed along the gallery, if there be any truth in vision.
Yes, dere be great trute in vision: it is one of senses. I feel, I see, I taste, I smell, I hear;—one of de laws of nature which do force belief.
Pest take your philosophy! Where is Freemantle? Where is the man I saw before me in the gallery?
Gone out by dat door. (
Pointing to the panel.)
Is there a door here? (
Searching for it.)
DICKENSON (to Smitchenstault.)
Pray, Sir, how did you see him?
I peep tro' de chinks of de closet, and see him pass.
And what brought you here, Mr. Smitchenstault?
