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'Well,' I asked, though every hair upon my head stood erect with horror (adding greatly to the peculiarity of my appearance), 'well, did you take It what It asked for?'
'Yes, mum; for very fear I dared not refuse. And when I had handed it in by a chink in the open door, first there was a sound like drinking, then an awful cry, "Potash again!" and then a heavy soft thud, as if you had knocked over a bolster stuffed with lead, mum.'
Through the brown glimmer of dawn (it was about ten a.m.) I hurried to Leonora's chamber. She was dressed, and came out. 'What do you advise?' I asked.
'Send for Mr. Urmson, the eminent lawyer, at once,' said she, 'he is used to this kind of thing. Nothing like taking Counsel's opinion. But first let me knock the door open!' She applied her magnificent white shoulder to the door, which flew into splinters.
There was not a trace of the mummy, but there, in a deprecatory attitude, stood the philosopher Asher!27
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Please pronounce Assha.—Ed.
CHAPTER XI.