“Well, mydearsir, , andmycomfortisimpaired-destroyed, -Iwillputittoyouinsuchawaythatyoucancomprehendit, ifyouwillletme，”saidthepoorskeleton, tiltingthehoodofhisshroudback, asifhewereclearingforaction, andthusunconsciouslygivinghimselfajauntyandfestiveairverymuchatvariancewiththegravecharacterofhispositioninlife-sotospeak-andinprominentcontrastwithhisdistressfulmood.
“Proceed，”saidI.
“Iresideintheshamefuloldgraveyardablockortwoaboveyouhere, inthisstreet-there, now, Ijustexpectedthatcartilagewouldletgo！-thirdribfromthebottom, friend, hitchtheendofittomyspinewithastring, ifyouhavegotsuchathingaboutyou, thoughabitofsilverwireisadealpleasanter, andmoredurableandbecoming, ifonekeepsitpolished-tothinkofshreddingoutandgoingtopiecesinthisway, justonaccountoftheindifferenceandneglectofonesposterity！”-andthepoorghostgratedhisteethinawaythatgavemeawrenchandashiver-fortheeffectismightilyincreasedbytheabsenceofmuffingfeshandcuticle.“Iresideinthatoldgraveyard, andhaveforthesethirtyyears；andItellyouthingsarechangedsinceIfrstlaidthisoldtiredframethere, andturnedover, andstretchedoutforalongsleep, withadelicioussenseuponmeofbeingdonewithbother, andgrief, andanxiety, anddoubt, andfear, foreverandever, andlisteningwithcomfortableandincreasingsatisfactiontothesextonswork, fromthestartlingclatterofhisfrstspadefulonmycoffntillitdulledawaytothefaintpattingthatshapedtheroofofmynewhome-delicious！My！Iwishyoucouldtryittonight！”Andoutofmyreveriedeceasedfetchedmearattlingslapwithabonyhand.
