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Chapter 23

           Hewrotethefinemuscularpre-DrydenEnglishofthemid-seventeenthcentury.Hehadmountedtothetopofimpiety,eventhoughhehadknownthattheministeristhepeople’sLooking-glass.Crushthecockatricehegroanedfromhisdeathcell.IamdeadinlawbutofthegirlhedeniedthathehadattemptedtovitiateheratNineyearsold;foruponthewordofadyingman,bothherEyesdidsee,andherHandsdidactinallthatwasdone.Thepamphletwassomefortypageslong,andittookmehalfanhourtoread.Iskippedtheprayers,butitwasasConchishadsaid,farmorerealthananyhistoricalnovelmoremoving,moreevocative,morehuman.Ilaybackandstaredupthroughtheintricatebranchesintothesky.Itseemedstrange,tohavethatoldpamphletbyme,thattinypieceofalong-pastEnglandthathadfounditswaytothisGreekisland,thesepinetrees,thispaganearth.IclosedmyeyesandwatchedthesheetsofwarmcolorthatcameasIrelaxedorincreasedthetensionofthelids.ThenIslept.WhenIwoke,Ilookedatmywatchwithoutraisingmyhead.Fortyminuteshadpassed.AfterafewminutesmoreofdozingIsatup.Hewasthere,standinginthedarkink-greenshadowunderadensecarobtreeseventyoreightyyardsawayontheothersideofthegulley,atthesamelevelasmyself.Ileapttomyfeet,notknowingwhethertocallout,toapplaud,tobefrightened,tolaugh,tooastoundedtodoanythingbutstandandstare.Themanwascostumedcompletelyinblack,inahigh-crownedhat,acloak,akindofskirteddress,blackstockings.

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