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touched me and drew me behind a pillar into a dark coving. I heard a latch click and hinges turning. "The passage is sufficiently narrow, you need not be afraid of stumbling, and won't want a light. So close the door as you pass through."
I passed in, and the small door, which I felt but could not see, at once hasped itself behind me. Ahead of me the voice went on talking gently and, in the stone cleft in which we were moving, every word, though not much above a whisper, came clearly back to me. The back of my hands brushed a smooth stone wall at each side. It was not groping, when touch was so unbroken and footing so level. And, even when the floor began to rise, each step seemed to meet one's foot as surely as a ladder's rungs. So we covered some three hundred steps perhaps. Once we turned at right angles. This unexpected and literal penetration into the structure of the great silent building had quite restored my mood of open, if somewhat amazed, interest. Whatever unsubstantiated theories might be held by the strange fellow ahead of me, there was no doubt he knew his way about the cathedral and was giving me an unexpected insight. I heard another latch click ahead, and light poured down past us. When, however, we stood out in it, it was really a twilight, an afterglow thrown from a huge window whose massive mullions sprang from a broad sill level with our heads: We had emerged, I could judge from the sense of space given by exhausted echoes and faint perspectives of light, onto the extreme western end of the south clerestory passage. I guessed his purpose but doubted its use. "That top trefoil can be seen better from the nave floor," I remarked.
And, indeed, that was understating the fact. The coving

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