The following extract is from a Victorian story called The Monkey’s Paw.

At this stage in the story, a retired soldier who has served in India is
visiting a family whom he knows. He is explaining to them the story of
the monkey’s paw which he carries with him.

5 "I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said Mr
White. "What was that you started telling me the other day about a
monkey's paw or something, Morris?"
"Nothing," said the soldier hastily. "Leastways, nothing worth
hearing."
10 "Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White curiously.
"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps," said the
sergeant-major off-handedly.
His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor
absentmindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set it down again.
15 His host filled it for him.
"To look at," said the sergeant-major, fumbling in his pocket, "it's
just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy."
He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White
drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously.
20 "And what is there special about it?" inquired Mr. White, as he took
it from his son and, having examined it, placed it upon the table.
"It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant-major, "a
very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that
those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so
25 that three separate men could each have three wishes from it."
His manner was so impressive that his hearers were conscious that
their light laughter jarred somewhat.
"Well, why don't you have three, sir?" said Herbert White cleverly.
The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont to
30 regard presumptuous youth. "I have," he said quietly, and his
blotchy face whitened.
"And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Mrs.
White.
"I did," said the sergeant-major, and his glass tapped against his
35 strong teeth.
"And has anybody else wished?" inquired the old lady.
"The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. "I don't
know what the first two were, but the third was for death. That's how I got
the paw."
40 His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon the group.
"If you've had your three wishes, it's no good to you now, then,
Morris," said the old man at last. "What do you keep it for?"
The soldier shook his head. "Fancy, I suppose," he said slowly.
"If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing
45 him keenly, "would you have them?"
"I don't know," said the other. "I don't know."
He took the paw, and dangling it between his front finger and
thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped
down and snatched it off.
50 "Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly, his face a stone slab.
"If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."
"I won't," said his friend doggedly. "I threw it on the fire. If you
keep it, don't blame me for what happens. Pitch it on the fire again, like a
sensible man."
55 The other shook his head and examined his new possession
closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
"Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud,' said the sergeant-
major, "but I warn you of the consequences."
"Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs White, as she rose and
60 began to set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish for four
pairs of hands for me?"
Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket and then all three
burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face,
caught him by the arm.
65 "If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."
Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs,
motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman
was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled
fashion to a second instalment of the soldier's adventures in India.
70 "If the tale about the monkey paw is not more truthful than those
he has been telling us," said Herbert, as the door closed behind their
guest, just in time for him to catch the last train, "we shan't make much
out of it."
"Did you give him anything for it, father?" inquired Mrs. White,
75 regarding her husband closely.
"A trifle," said he, colouring slightly. "He didn't want it, but I made
him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away."
"Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. "Why, we're going to
be rich, and famous, and happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin
80 with; then you can't be henpecked."
He darted round the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White
armed with an antimacassar.
Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I
don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to
85 me I've got all I want."
"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't
you?" said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish for two
hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."
His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the
90 talisman, as his son, with a solemn face somewhat marred by a wink at
his mother, sat down at the piano and struck a few impressive chords.
"I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.
A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a
shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him.
95 "It moved”, he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay
on the floor. "As I wished it twisted in my hands like a snake."
"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and
placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."
 "It must have been your fancy, father," said his wife, regarding him
100 anxiously.
He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done,
but it gave me a shock all the same."
They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their
pipes. Outside, the wind whistled like a discordant orchestra of exotic
105 instruments, and the old man started nervously at the sound of a door
banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon all three,
which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.
"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of
your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good-night, "and something
110 horrible squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket
your ill-gotten gains."
He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire, and seeing
faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian 1 that he gazed at it
in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the
115 table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand
grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on
his coat and went up to bed.

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Monkey-like