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“
He
took
my
hand
and
led
me
down
the
stair
again
,
and
through
a
narrow
passage
,
and
through
another
,
and
another
,
and
another
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
there
could
be
room
for
so
many
passages
in
such
a
little
house
.
The
heart
of
it
must
be
ever
so
much
farther
from
the
sides
than
they
are
from
each
other
.
How
could
it
have
an
inside
that
was
so
independent
of
its
outside
?
There
’
s
the
point
.
It
was
funny
—
wasn
’
t
it
,
Diamond
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Diamond
.
He
was
going
to
say
that
that
was
very
much
the
sort
of
thing
at
the
back
of
the
north
wind
;
but
he
checked
himself
and
only
added
,
“
All
right
.
I
don
’
t
see
it
.
I
don
’
t
see
why
the
inside
should
depend
on
the
outside
.
It
ain
’
t
so
with
the
crabs
.
They
creep
out
of
their
outsides
and
make
new
ones
.
Mr
.
Raymond
told
me
so
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
see
what
that
has
got
to
do
with
it
,
”
said
Nanny
.
“
Then
go
on
with
your
story
,
please
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
What
did
you
come
to
,
after
going
through
all
those
winding
passages
into
the
heart
of
the
moon
?
”
“
I
didn
’
t
say
they
were
winding
passages
.
I
said
they
were
long
and
narrow
.
They
didn
’
t
wind
.
They
went
by
corners
.
”
“
That
’
s
worth
knowing
,
”
remarked
Diamond
.
“
For
who
knows
how
soon
he
may
have
to
go
there
?
But
the
main
thing
is
,
what
did
you
come
to
at
last
?
”
“
We
came
to
a
small
box
against
the
wall
of
a
tiny
room
.
The
little
man
told
me
to
put
my
ear
against
it
.
I
did
so
,
and
heard
a
noise
something
like
the
purring
of
a
cat
,
only
not
so
loud
,
and
much
sweeter
.
'
What
is
it
?
’
I
asked
.
'
Don
’
t
you
know
the
sound
?
’
returned
the
little
man
.
'
No
,
’
I
answered
.
'
Don
’
t
you
know
the
sound
of
bees
?
’
he
said
.
I
had
never
heard
bees
,
and
could
not
know
the
sound
of
them
.
'
Those
are
my
lady
’
s
bees
,
’
he
went
on
.
I
had
heard
that
bees
gather
honey
from
the
flowers
.
'
But
where
are
the
flowers
for
them
?
’
I
asked
.
'
My
lady
’
s
bees
gather
their
honey
from
the
sun
and
the
stars
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
'
Do
let
me
see
them
,
’
I
said
.
'
No
.
I
daren
’
t
do
that
,
’
he
answered
.
'
I
have
no
business
with
them
.
I
don
’
t
understand
them
.
Besides
,
they
are
so
bright
that
if
one
were
to
fly
into
your
eye
,
it
would
blind
you
altogether
.
’
'
Then
you
have
seen
them
?
’
'
Oh
,
yes
!
Once
or
twice
,
I
think
.
But
I
don
’
t
quite
know
:
they
are
so
very
bright
—
like
buttons
of
lightning
.
Now
I
’
ve
showed
you
all
I
can
to
-
night
,
and
we
’
ll
go
back
to
the
room
.
’
I
followed
him
,
and
he
made
me
sit
down
under
a
lamp
that
hung
from
the
roof
,
and
gave
me
some
bread
and
honey
.
“
The
lady
had
never
moved
.
She
sat
with
her
forehead
leaning
on
her
hand
,
gazing
out
of
the
little
window
,
hung
like
the
rest
with
white
cloudy
curtains
.
From
where
I
was
sitting
I
looked
out
of
it
too
,
but
I
could
see
nothing
.
Her
face
was
very
beautiful
,
and
very
white
,
and
very
still
,
and
her
hand
was
as
white
as
the
forehead
that
leaned
on
it
.
I
did
not
see
her
whole
face
—
only
the
side
of
it
,
for
she
never
moved
to
turn
it
full
upon
me
,
or
even
to
look
at
me
.
