Excerpt.....Aunt Jane—but I don’t want to begin with Aunt Jane either: she always did begin everything in my life, ever since I can remember, and she sha’n’t begin this story. I don’t mean her even to know I wrote it—she’d only say I’m crazy, and I’m not.
This is the way it all happened, and, mind, I don’t care whether you believe it or not. It happened, and your belief or disbelief won’t alter that one important fact. And he was the dearest old ghost—but wait till I start at the beginning, as I should have done before.....
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