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Chapter VIII. The East Window

           

           Thiswaswhathebegantosay,butashespokehiseyescamewideopen,andbehold,therewereneitherApostlesnorvergersthere—notevenawindowwiththeeffigiesofholymeninit,butadarkheapofhayallabouthim,andthelittlepanesintheroofofhisloftglimmeringblueinthelightofthemorning.OldDiamondwascomingawakedownbelowinthestable.Inamomentmorehewasonhisfeet,andshakinghimselfsothatyoungDiamond’sbedtrembledunderhim.

           “He’sgrandatshakinghimself,”saidDiamond.“IwishIcouldshakemyselflikethat.ButthenIcanwashmyself,andhecan’t.WhatfunitwouldbetoseeOldDiamondwashinghisfacewithhishoofsandironshoes!Wouldn’titbeapicture?”

           Sosaying,hegotupanddressedhimself.Thenhewentoutintothegarden.Theremusthavebeenatremendouswindinthenight,foralthoughallwasquietnow,therelaythelittlesummer-housecrushedtotheground,andoveritthegreatelm-tree,whichthewindhadbrokenacross,beingmuchdecayedinthemiddle.Diamondalmostcriedtoseethewildernessofgreenleaves,whichusedtobesofarupintheblueair,tossingaboutinthebreeze,andlikingitbestwhenthewindblewitmost,nowlyingsoneartheground,andwithoutanyhopeofevergettingupintothedeepairagain.

           “Iwonderhowoldthetreeis!”thoughtDiamond.“Itmusttakealongtimetogetsoneartheskyasthatpoortreewas.”

           “Yes,indeed,”saidavoicebesidehim,forDiamondhadspokenthelastwordsaloud.

           Diamondstarted,andlookingaroundsawaclergyman,abrotherofMrs

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