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Then the long night seemed to have set in; the final triumph
of the little airs, the clammy breath, to be was at hand.
Soon some thistle would be thrusting its head between the tiles in
the larder; & dislodging it: & the swallows who had nested yearly in the
would come in through the broken window & nest in the drawing room,
& the floor would be strewn with straws & the a shovelfull of plaster
would fall, & rats carry off this & that behind the wainscot, &
butterflies pass through the rooms at will, & when
then while outside in the garden poppie wild poppies
would sow themselves among the dahlias, & cornflowers, &
the grass would wave & the lawn would be wave
with long grass, & the tapp hollows beds be grown over,
.hollows filled
 & banks
 raised

seats curved across with bramble sprays, sudden
beauty flower in the midst of chaos - a rare rose, or a
fine carnation, [?] while the gentle tapping of a weed or
two at the window pane wd now became on winter nights al
a batt a drumming a battering from stout thick
thorny stout trees that had rooted themselves, or creepers
that had grown thick & clasped the walls.
What could prevail power against all   this the fertility & insensibility
of nature? Old Maggie's dream, her dim telescope vision of a
lady in a grey cloak stooping over her flowers[?]83 had
.But
 after flickering84 about the bedroom for a moment; but vanished.
watchers & preachers, Though the lighthouse came & went again,
the sudden scrutiny - its long look & then, sharply following,
its two quick glances, met nothing in t that
seemed perfectly satisfied with what they saw.
As for the watchers, the preachers, the souls who who
had those spirits who, in sleep, had left their bodies, & dreamed
of some communion, of grasping the hand of a sharer, [?]&
completing85, down on the beach, the from the sky or sea
the cliff, on the the [?]fu fullness that was incomplete, the

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