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'
Mr
Armitage
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
calc
'
late
I
've
got
to
take
that
book
home
.
They
's
things
in
it
I
've
got
to
try
under
sarten
conditions
that
I
ca
n't
git
here
,
en
'
it
'
ud
be
a
mortal
sin
to
let
a
red-tape
rule
hold
me
up
.
Let
me
take
it
along
,
Sir
,
an
'
I
'll
swar
they
wu
n't
nobody
know
the
difference
.
I
du
n't
need
to
tell
ye
I
'll
take
good
keer
of
it
.
It
wa
n't
me
that
put
this
Dee
copy
in
the
shape
it
is
...
'
He
stopped
as
he
saw
firm
denial
on
the
librarian
's
face
,
and
his
own
goatish
features
grew
crafty
.
Armitage
,
half-ready
to
tell
him
he
might
make
a
copy
of
what
parts
he
needed
,
thought
suddenly
of
the
possible
consequences
and
checked
himself
.
There
was
too
much
responsibility
in
giving
such
a
being
the
key
to
such
blasphemous
outer
spheres
.
Whateley
saw
how
things
stood
,
and
tried
to
answer
lightly
.
'
Wal
,
all
right
,
ef
ye
feel
that
way
abaout
it
.
Maybe
Harvard
wo
n't
be
so
fussy
as
yew
be
.
'
And
without
saying
more
he
rose
and
strode
out
of
the
building
,
stooping
at
each
doorway
.
Armitage
heard
the
savage
yelping
of
the
great
watchdog
,
and
studied
Whateley
's
gorilla-like
lope
as
he
crossed
the
bit
of
campus
visible
from
the
window
.
He
thought
of
the
wild
tales
he
had
heard
,
and
recalled
the
old
Sunday
stories
in
the
Advertiser
;
these
things
,
and
the
lore
he
had
picked
up
from
Dunwich
rustics
and
villagers
during
his
one
visit
there
.
Unseen
things
not
of
earth
--
or
at
least
not
of
tridimensional
earth
--
rushed
foetid
and
horrible
through
New
England
's
glens
,
and
brooded
obscenely
on
the
mountain
tops
.
Of
this
he
had
long
felt
certain
.
Now
he
seemed
to
sense
the
close
presence
of
some
terrible
part
of
the
intruding
horror
,
and
to
glimpse
a
hellish
advance
in
the
black
dominion
of
the
ancient
and
once
passive
nightmare
.
He
locked
away
the
Necronomicon
with
a
shudder
of
disgust
,
but
the
room
still
reeked
with
an
unholy
and
unidentifiable
stench
.
'
As
a
foulness
shall
ye
know
them
,
'
he
quoted
.
Yes
--
the
odour
was
the
same
as
that
which
had
sickened
him
at
the
Whateley
farmhouse
less
than
three
years
before
.
He
thought
of
Wilbur
,
goatish
and
ominous
,
once
again
,
and
laughed
mockingly
at
the
village
rumours
of
his
parentage
.
'
Inbreeding
?
'
Armitage
muttered
half-aloud
to
himself
.
'
Great
God
,
what
simpletons
!
Show
them
Arthur
Machen
's
Great
God
Pan
and
they
'll
think
it
a
common
Dunwich
scandal
!
But
what
thing
--
what
cursed
shapeless
influence
on
or
off
this
three-dimensional
earth
--
was
Wilbur
Whateley
's
father
?
Born
on
Candlemas
--
nine
months
after
May
Eve
of
1912
,
when
the
talk
about
the
queer
earth
noises
reached
clear
to
Arkham
--
what
walked
on
the
mountains
that
May
night
?
What
Roodmas
horror
fastened
itself
on
the
world
in
half-human
flesh
and
blood
?
'
During
the
ensuing
weeks
Dr
Armitage
set
about
to
collect
all
possible
data
on
Wilbur
Whateley
and
the
formless
presences
around
Dunwich
.
He
got
in
communication
with
Dr
Houghton
of
Aylesbury
,
who
had
attended
Old
Whateley
in
his
last
illness
,
and
found
much
to
ponder
over
in
the
grandfather
's
last
words
as
quoted
by
the
physician
.
A
visit
to
Dunwich
Village
failed
to
bring
out
much
that
was
new
;
but
a
close
survey
of
the
Necronomicon
,
in
those
parts
which
Wilbur
had
sought
so
avidly
,
seemed
to
supply
new
and
terrible
clues
to
the
nature
,
methods
,
and
desires
of
the
strange
evil
so
vaguely
threatening
this
planet
.
Talks
with
several
students
of
archaic
lore
in
Boston
,
and
letters
to
many
others
elsewhere
,
gave
him
a
growing
amazement
which
passed
slowly
through
varied
degrees
of
alarm
to
a
state
of
really
acute
spiritual
fear
.
As
the
summer
drew
on
he
felt
dimly
that
something
ought
to
be
done
about
the
lurking
terrors
of
the
upper
Miskatonic
valley
,
and
about
the
monstrous
being
known
to
the
human
world
as
Wilbur
Whateley
.
The
Dunwich
horror
itself
came
between
Lammas
and
the
equinox
in
1928
,
and
Dr
Armitage
was
among
those
who
witnessed
its
monstrous
prologue
.
He
had
heard
,
meanwhile
,
of
Whateley
's
grotesque
trip
to
Cambridge
,
and
of
his
frantic
efforts
to
borrow
or
copy
from
the
Necronomicon
at
the
Widener
Library
.
Those
efforts
had
been
in
vain
,
since
Armitage
had
issued
warnings
of
the
keenest
intensity
to
all
librarians
having
charge
of
the
dreaded
volume
.
Wilbur
had
been
shockingly
nervous
at
Cambridge
;
anxious
for
the
book
,
yet
almost
equally
anxious
to
get
home
again
,
as
if
he
feared
the
results
of
being
away
long
.
Early
in
August
the
half-expected
outcome
developed
,
and
in
the
small
hours
of
the
third
Dr
Armitage
was
awakened
suddenly
by
the
wild
,
fierce
cries
of
the
savage
watchdog
on
the
college
campus
.
Deep
and
terrible
,
the
snarling
,
half-mad
growls
and
barks
continued
;
always
in
mounting
volume
,
but
with
hideously
significant
pauses
.
Then
there
rang
out
a
scream
from
a
wholly
different
throat
--
such
a
scream
as
roused
half
the
sleepers
of
Arkham
and
haunted
their
dreams
ever
afterwards
--
such
a
scream
as
could
come
from
no
being
born
of
earth
,
or
wholly
of
earth
.
Armitage
,
hastening
into
some
clothing
and
rushing
across
the
street
and
lawn
to
the
college
buildings
,
saw
that
others
were
ahead
of
him
;
and
heard
the
echoes
of
a
burglar-alarm
still
shrilling
from
the
library
.
An
open
window
showed
black
and
gaping
in
the
moonlight
.
What
had
come
had
indeed
completed
its
entrance
;
for
the
barking
and
the
screaming
,
now
fast
fading
into
a
mixed
low
growling
and
moaning
,
proceeded
unmistakably
from
within
.
Some
instinct
warned
Armitage
that
what
was
taking
place
was
not
a
thing
for
unfortified
eyes
to
see
,
so
he
brushed
back
the
crowd
with
authority
as
he
unlocked
the
vestibule
door
.
Among
the
others
he
saw
Professor
Warren
Rice
and
Dr
Francis
Morgan
,
men
to
whom
he
had
told
some
of
his
conjectures
and
misgivings
;
and
these
two
he
motioned
to
accompany
him
inside
.
The
inward
sounds
,
except
for
a
watchful
,
droning
whine
from
the
dog
,
had
by
this
time
quite
subsided
;
but
Armitage
now
perceived
with
a
sudden
start
that
a
loud
chorus
of
whippoorwills
among
the
shrubbery
had
commenced
a
damnably
rhythmical
piping
,
as
if
in
unison
with
the
last
breaths
of
a
dying
man
.
