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now here, now there, like wandering ghosts, among the graves; 

 but that night there was only one, and it seemed bigger and 

 brighter than any I had ever noticed. For awhile, it seemed 

 to flutter like over the long grass, so that I could see every 

 blade ; then on the path, where it showed the churchyard 

 beetles a crawling from their holes ; then, high and higher, it 

 rose to the top of the moniment and hovered right over Sir 

 Timothy's stone face ; and then I saw, as plain as I can see 

 you now, that he turned his great white eyes towards where 

 I was sitting with a look as if he wanted to remind me of what 

 he told me in my dream that is, if it was a dream at all. I 

 expected next to have seen him sliding off the tomb ; but there, 

 all but his rolling eyes, he laid quite quiet. But it wasn't so, 

 however, with the light, for that now suddenly came right up 

 to me, then as suddenly went back, stood still a minute, then 

 returned as if inviting me to follow, and follow I felt I must, 

 lead wherever it would. I couldn't keep my eyes from off it; 

 and my legs (lame and weak as they are) seemed to carry me 

 after it of their own accord. I suppose, when I got up, that I 

 must have took my crutch from off the ground, as it was found 

 beside me ; but I didn't seem to need it, for away we went 

 that brave corpse-light and I over the grave hillocks yet I 

 never stumbled through the churchyard-gate ; but I don't 

 remember that I stopped to open it, or heard it slam-to behind 

 me, and away down through the meadows below all in a 

 mist with the heavy dew down, down, towards the river. I 



