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Jerome didn't like cemeteries or tombstones.
I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself. I know that the proper thing to do, when you get to a village or town, is to rush off to the churchyard, and enjoy the graves; but it is a recreation that I always deny myself. I take no interest in creeping round dim and chilly churches behind wheezy old men, and reading epitaphs.
While waiting for Harris, Jerome has a few moments of discomfort.
“Well then,” he said, “you want to see the tombs—graves—folks been buried, you know—coffins!”
“You are an untruther,” I replied, getting roused; “I do not want to see tombs—not your tombs. Why should I?
“I’ve got a couple of skulls down in the crypt,” he said; “come and see those. Oh, do come and see the skulls! You are a young man out for a holiday, and you want to enjoy yourself. Come and see the skulls!”
Then I turned and fled, and as I sped I heard him calling to me:
“Oh, come and see the skulls; come back and see the skulls!”
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