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Over
the
page
I
went
,
shifting
the
bit
of
coal
to
a
new
position
;
and
,
as
the
scheme
of
the
picture
disengaged
itself
from
out
the
medley
of
colour
that
met
my
delighted
eyes
,
first
there
was
a
warm
sense
of
familiarity
,
then
a
dawning
recognition
,
and
then
—
O
then
!
along
with
blissful
certainty
came
the
imperious
need
to
clasp
my
stomach
with
both
hands
,
in
order
to
repress
the
shout
of
rapture
that
struggled
to
escape
—
it
was
my
own
little
city
!
I
knew
it
well
enough
,
I
recognized
it
at
once
,
though
I
had
never
been
quite
so
near
it
before
.
Here
was
the
familiar
gateway
,
to
the
left
that
strange
,
slender
tower
with
its
grim
,
square
head
shot
far
above
the
walls
;
to
the
right
,
outside
the
town
,
the
hill
—
as
of
old
—
broke
steeply
down
to
the
sea
.
But
to
-
day
everything
was
bigger
and
fresher
and
clearer
,
the
walls
seemed
newly
hewn
,
gay
carpets
were
hung
out
over
them
,
fair
ladies
and
long
-
haired
children
peeped
and
crowded
on
the
battlements
.
Better
still
,
the
portcullis
was
up
—
I
could
even
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
sunlit
square
within
—
and
a
dainty
company
was
trooping
through
the
gate
on
horseback
,
two
and
two
.
Their
horses
,
in
trappings
that
swept
the
ground
,
were
gay
as
themselves
;
and
THEY
were
the
gayest
crew
,
for
dress
and
bearing
,
I
had
ever
yet
beheld
.
It
could
mean
nothing
else
but
a
wedding
,
I
thought
,
this
holiday
attire
,
this
festal
and
solemn
entry
;
and
,
wedding
or
whatever
it
was
,
I
meant
to
be
there
.
This
time
I
would
not
be
balked
by
any
grim
portcullis
;
this
time
I
would
slip
in
with
the
rest
of
the
crowd
,
find
out
just
what
my
little
town
was
like
,
within
those
exasperating
walls
that
had
so
long
confronted
me
,
and
,
moreover
,
have
my
share
of
the
fun
that
was
evidently
going
on
inside
.
Confident
,
yet
breathless
with
expectation
,
I
turned
the
page
.
Joy
!
At
last
I
was
in
it
,
at
last
I
was
on
the
right
side
of
those
provoking
walls
;
and
,
needless
to
say
,
I
looked
about
me
with
much
curiosity
.
A
public
place
,
clearly
,
though
not
such
as
I
was
used
to
.
The
houses
at
the
back
stood
on
a
sort
of
colonnade
,
beneath
which
the
people
jostled
and
crowded
.
The
upper
stories
were
all
painted
with
wonderful
pictures
.
Above
the
straight
line
of
the
roofs
the
deep
blue
of
a
cloudless
sky
stretched
from
side
to
side
.
Lords
and
ladies
thronged
the
foreground
,
while
on
a
dais
in
the
centre
a
gallant
gentleman
,
just
alighted
off
his
horse
,
stooped
to
the
fingers
of
a
girl
as
bravely
dressed
out
as
Selina
’
s
lady
between
the
saints
;
and
round
about
stood
venerable
personages
,
robed
in
the
most
variegated
clothing
.
There
were
boys
,
too
,
in
plenty
,
with
tiny
red
caps
on
their
thick
hair
;
and
their
shirts
had
bunched
up
and
worked
out
at
the
waist
,
just
as
my
own
did
so
often
,
after
chasing
anybody
;
and
each
boy
of
them
wore
an
odd
pair
of
stockings
,
one
blue
and
the
other
red
.
This
system
of
attire
went
straight
to
my
heart
.
I
had
tried
the
same
thing
so
often
,
and
had
met
with
so
much
discouragement
;
and
here
,
at
last
,
was
my
justification
,
painted
deliberately
in
a
grown
-
up
book
!
I
looked
about
for
my
saint
-
friends
—
the
armour
man
and
the
other
fellow
—
but
they
were
not
to
be
seen
.
Evidently
they
were
unable
to
get
off
duty
,
even
for
a
wedding
,
and
still
stood
on
guard
in
that
green
meadow
down
below
.
I
was
disappointed
,
too
,
that
not
an
angel
was
visible
.
One
or
two
of
them
,
surely
,
could
easily
have
been
spared
for
an
hour
,
to
run
up
and
see
the
show
;
and
they
would
have
been
thoroughly
at
home
here
,
in
the
midst
of
all
the
colour
and
the
movement
and
the
fun
.
But
it
was
time
to
get
on
,
for
clearly
the
interest
was
only
just
beginning
.
Over
went
the
next
page
,
and
there
we
were
,
the
whole
crowd
of
us
,
assembled
in
a
noble
church
.
It
was
not
easy
to
make
out
exactly
what
was
going
on
;
but
in
the
throng
I
was
delighted
to
recognize
my
angels
at
last
,
happy
and
very
much
at
home
.
They
had
managed
to
get
leave
off
,
evidently
,
and
must
have
run
up
the
hill
and
scampered
breathlessly
through
the
gate
;
and
perhaps
they
cried
a
little
when
they
found
the
square
empty
,
and
thought
the
fun
must
be
all
over
.
Two
of
them
had
got
hold
of
a
great
wax
candle
apiece
,
as
much
as
they
could
stagger
under
,
and
were
tittering
sideways
at
each
other
as
the
grease
ran
bountifully
over
their
clothes
.
A
third
had
strolled
in
among
the
company
,
and
was
chatting
to
a
young
gentleman
,
with
whom
she
appeared
to
be
on
the
best
of
terms
.
Decidedly
,
this
was
the
right
breed
of
angel
for
us
.
None
of
your
sick
-
bed
or
night
nursery
business
for
them
!
Well
,
no
doubt
they
were
now
being
married
,
He
and
She
,
just
as
always
happened
.
And
then
,
of
course
,
they
were
going
to
live
happily
ever
after
;
and
THAT
was
the
part
I
wanted
to
get
to
.
Story
-
books
were
so
stupid
,
always
stopping
at
the
point
where
they
became
really
nice
;
but
this
picture
-
story
was
only
in
its
first
chapters
,
and
at
last
I
was
to
have
a
chance
of
knowing
HOW
people
lived
happily
ever
after
.
We
would
all
go
home
together
,
He
and
She
,
and
the
angels
,
and
I
;
and
the
armour
-
man
would
be
invited
to
come
and
stay
.
And
then
the
story
would
really
begin
,
at
the
point
where
those
other
ones
always
left
off
.
I
turned
the
page
,
and
found
myself
free
of
the
dim
and
splendid
church
and
once
more
in
the
open
country
.
This
was
all
right
;
this
was
just
as
it
should
be
.
The
sky
was
a
fleckless
blue
,
the
flags
danced
in
the
breeze
,
and
our
merry
bridal
party
,
with
jest
and
laughter
,
jogged
down
to
the
water
-
side
.
I
was
through
the
town
by
this
time
,
and
out
on
the
other
side
of
the
hill
,
where
I
had
always
wanted
to
be
;
and
,
sure
enough
,
there
was
the
harbour
,
all
thick
with
curly
ships
.
Most
of
them
were
piled
high
with
wedding
-
presents
—
bales
of
silk
,
and
gold
and
silver
plate
,
and
comfortable
-
looking
bags
suggesting
bullion
;
and
the
gayest
ship
of
all
lay
close
up
to
the
carpeted
landing
-
stage
.
Already
the
bride
was
stepping
daintily
down
the
gangway
,
her
ladies
following
primly
,
one
by
one
;
a
few
minutes
more
and
we
should
all
be
aboard
,
the
hawsers
would
splash
in
the
water
,
the
sails
would
fill
and
strain
.
From
the
deck
I
should
see
the
little
walled
town
recede
and
sink
and
grow
dim
,
while
every
plunge
of
our
bows
brought
us
nearer
to
the
happy
island
—
it
was
an
island
we
were
bound
for
,
I
knew
well
!
Already
I
could
see
the
island
-
people
waving
hands
on
the
crowded
quay
,
whence
the
little
houses
ran
up
the
hill
to
the
castle
,
crowning
all
with
its
towers
and
battlements
.
Once
more
we
should
ride
together
,
a
merry
procession
,
clattering
up
the
steep
street
and
through
the
grim
gateway
;
and
then
we
should
have
arrived
,
then
we
should
all
dine
together
,
then
we
should
have
reached
home
!
And
then
—
