Everybody dies, don't they?

Everybody come back.

Isn't that so?

You tried to get into the long draw today, didn't you?

How do that they'd come back with them?

What's the secret?

It's it.

Boxing night by E. F. Benson.

Hugh Granger was spending Christmas with us, and, as usually happens when he is present,

the talk turned on topics that concern the invisible

world, which, though it is sundered from our material plane, sometimes cuts across it and

makes its presence perceived by strange and inexplicable manifestations.

He held that his evidence of its existence, communications from the unseen to our

mortal sense, were established beyond any doubt. Ghosts, clairvoyant visitors, true presentiments

and dreams are all glimpses of the unseen, he said. Such messages and messengers come from

we know not where, and we know not how they come,

but certainly they do come. Often the very act of communication appears difficult, beyond the

ken of our normal perceptions, find it hard to get in touch with us, and often the messages get

distorted or bungled in transit.

So as to be quite trivial or meaningless, said someone.

That is so, said he, but again, sometimes the message seems to be rendered more convincingly

by the very errors it contains. Error is so likely in such a tremendous transmission. I heard a story

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