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“
That
’
ll
have
to
do
,
”
said
Charlotte
,
getting
up
.
“
We
dursn
’
t
take
any
more
,
’
cos
we
’
ll
be
found
out
if
we
do
.
Make
the
box
all
right
,
and
bring
’
em
along
.
”
Harold
rammed
down
the
wads
of
paper
and
twists
of
straw
he
had
disturbed
,
replaced
the
lid
squarely
and
innocently
,
and
picked
up
his
small
salvage
;
and
we
sneaked
off
for
the
window
most
generally
in
use
for
prison
-
breakings
and
nocturnal
escapades
.
A
few
seconds
later
and
we
were
hurrying
silently
in
single
file
along
the
dark
edge
of
the
lawn
.
Oh
,
the
riot
,
the
clamour
,
the
crowding
chorus
,
of
all
silent
things
that
spoke
by
scent
and
colour
and
budding
thrust
and
foison
,
that
moonlit
night
of
June
!
Under
the
laurel
-
shade
all
was
still
ghostly
enough
,
brigand
-
haunted
,
crackling
,
whispering
of
night
and
all
its
possibilities
of
terror
.
But
the
open
garden
,
when
once
we
were
in
it
—
how
it
turned
a
glad
new
face
to
welcome
us
,
glad
as
of
old
when
the
sunlight
raked
and
searched
it
,
new
with
the
unfamiliar
night
-
aspect
that
yet
welcomed
us
as
guests
to
a
hall
where
the
horns
blew
up
to
a
new
,
strange
banquet
!
Was
this
the
same
grass
,
could
these
be
the
same
familiar
flower
-
beds
,
alleys
,
clumps
of
verdure
,
patches
of
sward
?
At
least
this
full
white
light
that
was
flooding
them
was
new
,
and
accounted
for
all
.
It
was
Moonlight
Land
,
and
Past
-
Ten
-
o
’
clock
Land
,
and
we
were
in
it
and
of
it
,
and
all
its
other
denizens
fully
understood
,
and
,
tongue
-
free
and
awakened
at
last
,
responded
and
comprehended
and
knew
.
The
other
two
,
doubtless
,
hurrying
forward
full
of
their
mission
,
noted
little
of
all
this
.
I
,
who
was
only
a
super
,
had
leisure
to
take
it
all
in
,
and
,
though
the
language
and
the
message
of
the
land
were
not
all
clear
to
me
then
,
long
afterwards
I
remembered
and
understood
.
Under
the
farthest
hedge
,
at
the
loose
end
of
things
,
where
the
outer
world
began
with
the
paddock
,
there
was
darkness
once
again
—
not
the
blackness
that
crouched
so
solidly
under
the
crowding
laurels
,
but
a
duskiness
hung
from
far
-
spread
arms
of
high
-
standing
elms
.
There
,
where
the
small
grave
made
a
darker
spot
on
the
grey
,
I
overtook
them
,
only
just
in
time
to
see
Rosa
laid
stiffly
out
,
her
cherry
cheeks
pale
in
the
moonlight
,
but
her
brave
smile
triumphant
and
undaunted
as
ever
.
It
was
a
tiny
grave
and
a
shallow
one
,
to
hold
so
very
much
.
Rosa
once
in
,
Potiphar
,
who
had
hitherto
stood
erect
,
stout
-
necked
,
through
so
many
days
and
such
various
weather
,
must
needs
bow
his
head
and
lie
down
meekly
on
his
side
.
The
elephant
and
the
beetle
,
equal
now
in
a
silent
land
where
a
vertebra
and
a
red
circulation
counted
for
nothing
,
had
to
snuggle
down
where
best
they
might
,
only
a
little
less
crowded
than
in
their
native
Ark
.
The
earth
was
shovelled
in
and
stamped
down
,
and
I
was
glad
that
no
orisons
were
said
and
no
speechifying
took
place
.
The
whole
thing
was
natural
and
right
and
self
-
explanatory
,
and
needed
no
justifying
or
interpreting
to
our
audience
of
stars
and
flowers
.
The
connexion
was
not
entirely
broken
now
—
one
link
remained
between
us
and
them
.
The
Noah
’
s
Ark
,
with
its
cargo
of
sad
-
faced
emigrants
,
might
be
hull
down
on
the
horizon
,
but
two
of
its
passengers
had
missed
the
boat
and
would
henceforth
be
always
near
us
;
and
,
as
we
played
above
them
,
an
elephant
would
understand
,
and
a
beetle
would
hear
,
and
crawl
again
in
spirit
along
a
familiar
floor
.
Henceforth
the
spotty
horse
would
scour
along
far
-
distant
plains
and
know
the
homesickness
of
alien
stables
;
but
Potiphar
,
though
never
again
would
he
paw
the
arena
when
bull
-
fights
were
on
the
bill
,
was
spared
maltreatment
by
town
-
bred
strangers
,
quite
capable
of
mistaking
him
for
a
cow
.
Jerry
and
Esmeralda
might
shed
their
limbs
and
their
stuffing
,
by
slow
or
swift
degrees
,
in
uttermost
parts
and
unguessed
corners
of
the
globe
;
but
Rosa
’
s
book
was
finally
closed
,
and
no
worse
fate
awaited
her
than
natural
dissolution
almost
within
touch
and
hail
of
familiar
faces
and
objects
that
had
been
friendly
to
her
since
first
she
opened
her
eyes
on
a
world
where
she
had
never
been
treated
as
a
stranger
.
As
we
turned
to
go
,
the
man
in
the
moon
,
tangled
in
elm
-
boughs
,
caught
my
eye
for
a
moment
,
and
I
thought
that
never
had
he
looked
so
friendly
.
He
was
going
to
see
after
them
,
it
was
evident
;
for
he
was
always
there
,
more
or
less
,
and
it
was
no
trouble
to
him
at
all
,
and
he
would
tell
them
how
things
were
still
going
,
up
here
,
and
throw
in
a
story
or
two
of
his
own
whenever
they
seemed
a
trifle
dull
It
made
the
going
away
rather
easier
,
to
know
one
had
left
somebody
behind
on
the
spot
;
a
good
fellow
,
too
,
cheery
,
comforting
,
with
a
fund
of
anecdote
;
a
man
in
whom
one
had
every
confidence
.