"I am one. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. Montague Hill. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. The boy was right. They could no longer stay in one place. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass.
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