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“
I
think
I
saw
him
a
while
ago
up
in
the
gallery
,
under
the
Nicodemus
window
.
Perhaps
he
has
fallen
down
.
“
What
do
you
think
,
St
.
Matthew
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
think
he
could
have
crept
here
after
falling
from
such
a
height
.
He
must
have
been
killed
.
”
“
What
are
we
to
do
with
him
?
We
can
’
t
leave
him
lying
there
.
And
we
could
not
make
him
comfortable
up
here
in
the
window
:
it
’
s
rather
crowded
already
.
What
do
you
say
,
St
.
Thomas
?
”
“
Let
’
s
go
down
and
look
at
him
.
”
There
came
a
rustling
,
and
a
chinking
,
for
some
time
,
and
then
there
was
a
silence
,
and
Diamond
felt
somehow
that
all
the
Apostles
were
standing
round
him
and
looking
down
on
him
.
And
still
he
could
not
open
his
eyes
.
“
What
is
the
matter
with
him
,
St
.
Luke
?
”
asked
one
.
“
There
’
s
nothing
the
matter
with
him
,
”
answered
St
.
Luke
,
who
must
have
joined
the
company
of
the
Apostles
from
the
next
window
,
one
would
think
.
“
He
’
s
in
a
sound
sleep
.
”
“
I
have
it
,
”
cried
another
.
“
This
is
one
of
North
Wind
’
s
tricks
.
She
has
caught
him
up
and
dropped
him
at
our
door
,
like
a
withered
leaf
or
a
foundling
baby
.
I
don
’
t
understand
that
woman
’
s
conduct
,
I
must
say
.
As
if
we
hadn
’
t
enough
to
do
with
our
money
,
without
going
taking
care
of
other
people
’
s
children
!
That
’
s
not
what
our
forefathers
built
cathedrals
for
.
”
