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THE BISHOP OF BORGLUM AND HIS KINSMEN 875 |
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range far, far over field and moor to the Bay of Aalborg, over heath and meadow, and far across the sea.
Now we are there, and roll past between barns and other farm buildings ; and at the left of the gate we turn aside to the old Castle Farm, where the lime trees stand in lines along the walls, and, sheltered from the wind and weather, |
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grow so luxuriantly that their twigs and leaves almost conceal the windows.
We mount the winding staircase of stone, and march through the long passages under the heavy roof-beams. The wind moans very strangely here, both within and without. It is hardly known how, but the people say—yes, people say a great many things when they are frightened or want to frighten others—they say that the old dead canons glide silently past us into the church, where mass is sung. They can be heard in the rushing of the storm, and their |
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