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The East Window 95
how that all the Apostles were standing round him and looking down on him. And still he could not open his eyes.
" What is the matter with him, St. Luke?" asked one.
" There's nothing the matter with him," answered St. Luke, who must have joined the company of the Apostles from the next window, one would think. " He's in a sound sleep."
"I have it," cried another. "This is one of North Wind's tricks. She has caught him up and dropped him at our door, like a withered leaf or a foundling baby. I don't understand that woman's conduct, I must say. As if we hadn't enough to do with our money, without going taking care of other people's children! That's not what our forefathers built cathedrals for."
Now Diamond could not bear to hear such things against North Wind, who, he knew, never played anybody a trick. She was far too busy with her own work for that. He struggled hard to open his eyes, but without success.
" She should consider that a church is not a place for pranks, not to mention that we live in it," said another.
" It certainly is disrespectful of her. But she always is disrespectful. What right has she to bang at our windows as she has been doing the whole of this night? I daresay there is glass broken somewhere. I know my blue robe is in a dreadful mess with the rain first and the dust after. It will cost me shillings to clean it." |
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