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told me the sons went to her grave and loosened the cords and she never came back any more . Is n't it awful ? And , bedad , Miss , it 's every word true . I can tell you of a young man I knew who looked into a window at midnight -LRB- after he had been playing cards , Miss , gambling with the other boys -RRB- and saw something awful strange , and was turned by ghosts into a <i> shadow </i> . '' This seemed to be a thrilling theme , such as Hawthorne would have been able to weave into the weirdest of weird tales , and I said , `` Go on . '' `` Well , he used to go playing cards about three miles from his home with a lot of young men , for his mother would n't have cards played in her house , and she thought it was wicked , and begged him not to play . It 's a habit with the young men of Ireland -- do n't know as it 's the same in other countries -- and they play for a goose or a chicken .