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Kill a man , and then see if what we hear of ghosts and spirits are mere fables . I tell thee , Godfrey Hurdlestone , they never die , but live and walk abroad , and haunt you continually . The voice they speak with will be heard . In solitary places -- in the midst of crowds -- at fairs and merry-makings -- in the noon of day , and at the dead of night , I have heard their mocking tones . '' He leaned his elbows upon his knees , and supported his chin between the palms of his hands , and continued to stare upon Godfrey with vacant bloodshot eyes . `` Do n't take me for a ghost , '' said Godfrey , the same sarcastic smile passing over his handsome face . `` What does it matter to us where our fathers are gone ?