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An uncanny place; so he tried to hurry faster, but he only made the less speed,
For he could not now see well enough to choose his steps judiciously;
Consequently he kept tripping over roots and tangling himself in vines and
Briers.
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And how glad he was when at last he caught the glimmer of a light! He
Approached it warily, stopping often to look about him and listen. It came
From an unglazed window-opening in a little hut. He heard a voice now, and
Felt a disposition to run and hide; but he changed his mind at once, for his
Voice was praying, evidently. He glided to the one window of the hut, raised
Himself on tiptoe, and stole a glance within. The room was small; its floor was
The natural earth, beaten hard by use; in a corner was a bed of rushes and a
Ragged blanket or two; near it was a pail, a cup, a basin, and two or three pots
And pans; there was a short bench and a three-legged stool; on the hearth the
Remains of a fagot fire were smoldering; before a shrine, which was lighted by
A single candle, knelt an aged man, and on an old wooden box at his side lay
An open book and a human skull. The man was of large, bony frame; his hair
And whiskers were very long and snowy white; he was clothed in a robe of
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