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seemed to Christopher Wren. No, it wasn't beauty which had saved these old hearts of a departed glory. But, if not beauty, then it must have been sense, significance? Anyhow, who, without the strong glasses I carried, could have enjoyed this minute jewelry?
That second question was the last I could frame, and it closed the inquiry, for all my antiquarianism gave me no clue. I ventured a random guess to myself that the right and left coils might be some form of notation, perhaps musical notation. I tried to satisfy my daunted scholar's pride by fancying that the center one might have been a mosaic design for a face, made-as sometimes twelfth- and thirteenthcentury glassmakers did-of so many small pieces-tesserae, they may almost be called-that some slipped out from the clasp of the soft lead when the window glass was shifted, and that these fragments had been hoisted again and reframed.
It was while I had become absorbed in this little, and literally out-of-the-way, riddle, that I became aware that I was-not being followed, but accompanied. The thought, "It's the verger, wanting to close and yet afraid to speak," was about as faint as the visual impression from the corner of my binocular-visored eye. I shifted a little, toward the west end and the great tower arch which terminated the nave-1 suppose it was a kind of involuntary retreat, a giving of ground, so as to gain a moment's more gaze. Then I should have to attend to the "Excuse me, Sir, closing time:" I can't say why I wanted to have that last glance. Stained glass is not my specialty, of course, and my whole interest in St. Aidans, or, for that matter, in any Gothic building, had

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