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"
And
you
say
you
can
penetrate
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
there
are
one
or
two
paths
which
a
very
active
man
can
take
.
I
have
found
them
out
.
"
"
But
why
should
you
wish
to
go
into
so
horrible
a
place
?
"
"
Well
,
you
see
the
hills
beyond
?
They
are
really
islands
cut
off
on
all
sides
by
the
impassable
mire
,
which
has
crawled
round
them
in
the
course
of
years
.
That
is
where
the
rare
plants
and
the
butterflies
are
,
if
you
have
the
wit
to
reach
them
.
"
"
I
shall
try
my
luck
some
day
.
"
He
looked
at
me
with
a
surprised
face
.
"
For
God
's
sake
put
such
an
idea
out
of
your
mind
,
"
said
he
.
"
Your
blood
would
be
upon
my
head
.
I
assure
you
that
there
would
not
be
the
least
chance
of
your
coming
back
alive
.
It
is
only
by
remembering
certain
complex
landmarks
that
I
am
able
to
do
it
.
"
"
Halloa
!
"
I
cried
.
"
What
is
that
?
"
A
long
,
low
moan
,
indescribably
sad
,
swept
over
the
moor
.
It
filled
the
whole
air
,
and
yet
it
was
impossible
to
say
whence
it
came
.
From
a
dull
murmur
it
swelled
into
a
deep
roar
,
and
then
sank
back
into
a
melancholy
,
throbbing
murmur
once
again
.
Stapleton
looked
at
me
with
a
curious
expression
in
his
face
.
"
Queer
place
,
the
moor
!
"
said
he
.
