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Toward night, I thought the ticking grew more\r\ndistinct, and seemed divided from my ear by a thinner and thinner\r\npartition of the wood. I thought, too, that I perceived a faint heaving\r\nup, or bulging of the wood, in the place where I had placed the tumbler.\r\nTo put an end to the suspense, my wife proposed taking a knife and\r\ncutting into the wood there; but I had a less impatient plan; namely,\r\nthat she and I should sit up with the table that night, as, from present\r\nsymptoms, the bug would probably make its appearance before morning. For\r\nmyself, I was curious to see the first advent of the thing--the first\r\ndazzle of the chick as it chipped the shell.\r\n\r\nThe idea struck my wife not unfavourably. She insisted that both Julia\r\nand Anna should be of the party, in order that the evidence of their\r\nsenses should disabuse their minds of all nursery nonsense. For that\r\nspirits should tick, and that spirits should take unto themselves the\r\nform of bugs, was, to my wife, the most foolish of all foolish\r\nimaginations. True, she could not account for the thing; but she had all\r\nconfidence that it could be, and would yet be, somehow explained, and\r\nthat to her entire satisfaction. Without knowing it herself, my wife was\r\na female Democritus. For my part, my present feelings were of a mixed\r\nsort. In a strange and not unpleasing way, I gently oscillated between\r\nDemocritus and Cotton Mather. But to my wife and daughters I assumed to\r\nbe pure Democritus--a jeerer at all tea-table spirits whatever.\r\n\r\nSo, laying in a good supply of candles and crackers, all four of us sat\r\nup with the table, and at the same time sat round it. For a while my\r\nwife and I carried on an animated conversation. But my daughters were\r\nsilent. Then my wife and I would have had a rubber of whist, but my\r\ndaughters could not be prevailed upon to join. So we played whist with\r\ntwo dummies literally; my wife won the rubber and, fatigued with\r\nvictory, put away the cards.\r\n\r\nHalf-past eleven o’clock. No sign of the bug. The candles began to burn\r\ndim. My wife was just in the act of snuffing them, when a sudden,\r\nviolent, hollow, resounding, rumbling, thumping was heard.\r\n\r\nJulia and Anna sprang to their feet.\r\n\r\n‘All well!’ cried a voice from the street. It was the watchman, first\r\nringing down his club on the pavement, and then following it up with\r\nthis highly satisfactory verbal announcement.\r\n\r\n‘All well! Do you hear that, my girls?’ said I, gaily.\r\n\r\nIndeed it was astonishing how brave as Bruce I felt in company with\r\nthree women, and two of them half frightened out of their wits.\r\n\r\nI rose for my pipe, and took a philosophic smoke.\r\n\r\nDemocritus forever, thought I.\r\n\r\nIn profound silence, I sat smoking, when lo!--pop! pop! pop!--right\r\nunder the table, a terrible popping.\r\n\r\nThis time we all four sprang up, and my pipe was broken.\r\n\r\n‘Good heavens! what’s that?’\r\n\r\n‘Spirits! spirits!’ cried Julia.\r\n\r\n‘Oh, oh, oh!’ cried Anna.\r\n\r\n‘Shame!’ said my wife, ‘it’s that new bottled cider, in the cellar,\r\ngoing off. I told Biddy to wire the bottles to-day.’\r\n\r\nI shall here transcribe from memoranda, kept during part of the night.\r\n\r\n\r\n  ‘One o’clock. No sign of the bug. Ticking continues. Wife getting\r\n  sleepy.\r\n\r\n  ‘Two o’clock. No sign of the bug. Ticking intermittent. Wife fast\r\n  asleep.\r\n\r\n  ‘Three o’clock. No sign of the bug. Ticking pretty steady. Julia\r\n  and Anna getting sleepy.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6GK9PNVA7517VNR0NXKXAW","peer_type":"segment","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FXSCNX5F3D880P3YP3PKR","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6GMSTV8850QMB52TG64X9H","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6GMSTRFF2Y98D3K4Y5JGJZ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:55:11.576Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:55:21.305Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}