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“
Not
longer
than
I
can
help
.
Trust
me
,
you
shall
get
home
before
the
morning
.
”
In
a
moment
North
Wind
was
gone
,
and
the
next
Diamond
heard
a
moaning
about
the
church
,
which
grew
and
grew
to
a
roaring
.
The
storm
was
up
again
,
and
he
knew
that
North
Wind
’
s
hair
was
flying
.
The
church
was
dark
.
Only
a
little
light
came
through
the
windows
,
which
were
almost
all
of
that
precious
old
stained
glass
which
is
so
much
lovelier
than
the
new
.
But
Diamond
could
not
see
how
beautiful
they
were
,
for
there
was
not
enough
of
light
in
the
stars
to
show
the
colours
of
them
.
He
could
only
just
distinguish
them
from
the
walls
,
He
looked
up
,
but
could
not
see
the
gallery
along
which
he
had
passed
.
He
could
only
tell
where
it
was
far
up
by
the
faint
glimmer
of
the
windows
of
the
clerestory
,
whose
sills
made
part
of
it
.
The
church
grew
very
lonely
about
him
,
and
he
began
to
feel
like
a
child
whose
mother
has
forsaken
it
.
Only
he
knew
that
to
be
left
alone
is
not
always
to
be
forsaken
.
He
began
to
feel
his
way
about
the
place
,
and
for
a
while
went
wandering
up
and
down
.
His
little
footsteps
waked
little
answering
echoes
in
the
great
house
.
It
wasn
’
t
too
big
to
mind
him
.
It
was
as
if
the
church
knew
he
was
there
,
and
meant
to
make
itself
his
house
.
So
it
went
on
giving
back
an
answer
to
every
step
,
until
at
length
Diamond
thought
he
should
like
to
say
something
out
loud
,
and
see
what
the
church
would
answer
.
But
he
found
he
was
afraid
to
speak
.
He
could
not
utter
a
word
for
fear
of
the
loneliness
.
Perhaps
it
was
as
well
that
he
did
not
,
for
the
sound
of
a
spoken
word
would
have
made
him
feel
the
place
yet
more
deserted
and
empty
.
But
he
thought
he
could
sing
.
He
was
fond
of
singing
,
and
at
home
he
used
to
sing
,
to
tunes
of
his
own
,
all
the
nursery
rhymes
he
knew
.
So
he
began
to
try
'
Hey
diddle
diddle
’
,
but
it
wouldn
’
t
do
.
Then
he
tried
'
Little
Boy
Blue
’
,
but
it
was
no
better
.
Neither
would
'
Sing
a
Song
of
Sixpence
’
sing
itself
at
all
.
Then
he
tried
'
Poor
old
Cockytoo
’
,
but
he
wouldn
’
t
do
.
They
all
sounded
so
silly
!
and
he
had
never
thought
them
silly
before
.
So
he
was
quiet
,
and
listened
to
the
echoes
that
came
out
of
the
dark
corners
in
answer
to
his
footsteps
.
At
last
he
gave
a
great
sigh
,
and
said
,
“
I
’
m
so
tired
.
”
But
he
did
not
hear
the
gentle
echo
that
answered
from
far
away
over
his
head
,
for
at
the
same
moment
he
came
against
the
lowest
of
a
few
steps
that
stretched
across
the
church
,
and
fell
down
and
hurt
his
arm
.
He
cried
a
little
first
,
and
then
crawled
up
the
steps
on
his
hands
and
knees
.
At
the
top
he
came
to
a
little
bit
of
carpet
,
on
which
he
lay
down
;
and
there
he
lay
staring
at
the
dull
window
that
rose
nearly
a
hundred
feet
above
his
head
.
Now
this
was
the
eastern
window
of
the
church
,
and
the
moon
was
at
that
moment
just
on
the
edge
of
the
horizon
.
The
next
,
she
was
peeping
over
it
.
And
lo
!
with
the
moon
,
St
.
John
and
St
.
Paul
,
and
the
rest
of
them
,
began
to
dawn
in
the
window
in
their
lovely
garments
.
Diamond
did
not
know
that
the
wonder
-
working
moon
was
behind
,
and
he
thought
all
the
light
was
coming
out
of
the
window
itself
,
and
that
the
good
old
men
were
appearing
to
help
him
,
growing
out
of
the
night
and
the
darkness
,
because
he
had
hurt
his
arm
,
and
was
very
tired
and
lonely
,
and
North
Wind
was
so
long
in
coming
.
So
he
lay
and
looked
at
them
backwards
over
his
head
,
wondering
when
they
would
come
down
or
what
they
would
do
next
They
were
very
dim
,
for
the
moonlight
was
not
strong
enough
for
the
colours
,
and
he
had
enough
to
do
with
his
eyes
trying
to
make
out
their
shapes
.
So
his
eyes
grew
tired
,
and
more
and
more
tired
,
and
his
eyelids
grew
so
heavy
that
they
would
keep
tumbling
down
over
his
eyes
.
He
kept
lifting
them
and
lifting
them
,
but
every
time
they
were
heavier
than
the
last
.
It
was
no
use
:
they
were
too
much
for
him
.
Sometimes
before
he
had
got
them
half
up
,
down
they
were
again
;
and
at
length
he
gave
it
up
quite
,
and
the
moment
he
gave
it
up
,
he
was
fast
asleep
.
THAT
Diamond
had
fallen
fast
asleep
is
very
evident
from
the
strange
things
he
now
fancied
as
taking
place
.
For
he
thought
he
heard
a
sound
as
of
whispering
up
in
the
great
window
.
He
tried
to
open
his
eyes
,
but
he
could
not
.
And
the
whispering
went
on
and
grew
louder
and
louder
,
until
he
could
hear
every
word
that
was
said
.
He
thought
it
was
the
Apostles
talking
about
him
.
But
he
could
not
open
his
eyes
.
“
And
how
comes
he
to
be
lying
there
,
St
.
Peter
?
”
said
one
.
