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The bell on my door rang this morning |
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From the kitchen I called "Who's that there?" |
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Through the letter box came a grappling hook |
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Which grappled me right out of my chair! |
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Stretched out on the floor I lay helpless |
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Of my limbs I had lost all command |
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When into my ear instilling fear |
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Said a voice "I am Monsieur Armand" |
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"Monsieur Armand you are not! |
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That's an incredible thing to say |
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For I personally attended his funeral |
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which was twelve months to this very day!" |
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A rat flew down from the ceiling |
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Alighted upon my right ear |
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said "If Monsieur Armand is safe under the sod |
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Then why are you shaking with fear!" |
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"My name is not Scrooge" I said faintly |
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"and from ghosts I have nothing to fear! |
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But if you are Armand returned from the dead |
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Then what are you wanting here?" |
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From nowhere I heard a mad cackle |
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From nowhere a voice to me cried |
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"Stop calling me Monsieur Armand you fool! |
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My name's Jekyll and you're Mr. Hyde!" |