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becoming adapted to the dimness, we discovered gilded organ- 

 pipes, and were going towards them, when a small door in 

 front of us was opened, and a man came out, saying impa 

 tiently, &quot; Who are you ] what do you want ? Take off 

 your hats.&quot; 



&quot; We are strangers, looking at the cathedral.&quot; 



&quot; Can t see it, now ; can t see it, now. Service every day 

 at four and ten o clock.&quot; 



As we were going out, a great bell began to toll. &quot; What 

 is that, sir?&quot; said I. 



&quot;What?&quot; 



&quot; That bell tolling what is it for f 



&quot; Why, that s the cuffew,&quot; and he closed and bolted the 

 door, while we stood still without ; and as the long weaving 

 boom of the bell pulsed through us, looked wonderingly at each 

 other, as if America and the nineteenth century were a fading 

 dream, slowly repeating, &quot; The curfew ; the curfew.&quot; 



