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Now
Diamond
could
not
bear
to
hear
such
things
against
North
Wind
,
who
,
he
knew
,
never
played
anybody
a
trick
.
She
was
far
too
busy
with
her
own
work
for
that
.
He
struggled
hard
to
open
his
eyes
,
but
without
success
.
“
She
should
consider
that
a
church
is
not
a
place
for
pranks
,
not
to
mention
that
we
live
in
it
,
”
said
another
.
“
It
certainly
is
disrespectful
of
her
.
But
she
always
is
disrespectful
.
What
right
has
she
to
bang
at
our
windows
as
she
has
been
doing
the
whole
of
this
night
?
I
daresay
there
is
glass
broken
somewhere
.
I
know
my
blue
robe
is
in
a
dreadful
mess
with
the
rain
first
and
the
dust
after
.
It
will
cost
me
shillings
to
clean
it
.
”
Then
Diamond
knew
that
they
could
not
be
Apostles
,
talking
like
this
.
They
could
only
be
the
sextons
and
vergers
and
such
-
like
,
who
got
up
at
night
,
and
put
on
the
robes
of
deans
and
bishops
,
and
called
each
other
grand
names
,
as
the
foolish
servants
he
had
heard
his
father
tell
of
call
themselves
lords
and
ladies
,
after
their
masters
and
mistresses
.
And
he
was
so
angry
at
their
daring
to
abuse
North
Wind
,
that
he
jumped
up
,
crying
—
“
North
Wind
knows
best
what
she
is
about
.
She
has
a
good
right
to
blow
the
cobwebs
from
your
windows
,
for
she
was
sent
to
do
it
.
She
sweeps
them
away
from
grander
places
,
I
can
tell
you
,
for
I
’
ve
been
with
her
at
it
.
”
This
was
what
he
began
to
say
,
but
as
he
spoke
his
eyes
came
wide
open
,
and
behold
,
there
were
neither
Apostles
nor
vergers
there
—
not
even
a
window
with
the
effigies
of
holy
men
in
it
,
but
a
dark
heap
of
hay
all
about
him
,
and
the
little
panes
in
the
roof
of
his
loft
glimmering
blue
in
the
light
of
the
morning
.
Old
Diamond
was
coming
awake
down
below
in
the
stable
.
In
a
moment
more
he
was
on
his
feet
,
and
shaking
himself
so
that
young
Diamond
’
s
bed
trembled
under
him
.
“
He
’
s
grand
at
shaking
himself
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
wish
I
could
shake
myself
like
that
.
But
then
I
can
wash
myself
,
and
he
can
’
t
.
What
fun
it
would
be
to
see
Old
Diamond
washing
his
face
with
his
hoofs
and
iron
shoes
!
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
a
picture
?
”
So
saying
,
he
got
up
and
dressed
himself
.
Then
he
went
out
into
the
garden
.
There
must
have
been
a
tremendous
wind
in
the
night
,
for
although
all
was
quiet
now
,
there
lay
the
little
summer
-
house
crushed
to
the
ground
,
and
over
it
the
great
elm
-
tree
,
which
the
wind
had
broken
across
,
being
much
decayed
in
the
middle
.
Diamond
almost
cried
to
see
the
wilderness
of
green
leaves
,
which
used
to
be
so
far
up
in
the
blue
air
,
tossing
about
in
the
breeze
,
and
liking
it
best
when
the
wind
blew
it
most
,
now
lying
so
near
the
ground
,
and
without
any
hope
of
ever
getting
up
into
the
deep
air
again
.
“
I
wonder
how
old
the
tree
is
!
”
thought
Diamond
.
“
It
must
take
a
long
time
to
get
so
near
the
sky
as
that
poor
tree
was
.
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
,
”
said
a
voice
beside
him
,
for
Diamond
had
spoken
the
last
words
aloud
.
