The Shivering Jangle of the Bell

The bell began to ring thick and hurried. It is as though the bearer had run for a pater-nosterwhile, and then leaped the river. Dick judged it should lead more or less directly to the mothouse. Upon this path, stepping forth from the margin of the wood, a white figure now appeared. Fear fell upon the lads, as cold as death. A leper, said Dick hoarsely. His touch is death, said match him. Let us run! Not so, returned Dick. See ye not, he has stoned blind. He guided him with a staff. Alas, poor soul, and we should rather pity him. I will pity

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