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sort of work because you can’t hold it anywhere lower than the hilt． When at last the Dwarf was free，he sat up，rubbed his arms and legs，and exclaimed:
“Well，whatever they say，you don’t feel like ghosts．”
Like most Dwarfs he was very stocky and deep-chested．He would have been about three feet high if he had been standing up，and an immense beard and whiskers of coarse red hair left little of his face to be seen except a beak—like nose and twinkling black eyes．
“Anyway，”he continued，“ghosts or not，you’ve saved my life and I’m extremely obliged to you．”
“But why should we be ghosts？”asked Lucy．
“I’ve been told all my life，”said the Dwarf，“that these woods along the shore were as full of ghosts as they were of trees．That’s what the story is．And that’s why，when they want to get rid of anyone，they usually bring him down here like they were doing with me and say they’ll leave him to the ghosts．But I always wondered if they didn’t really drown’em or cut their
