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wordless knowledge, rushed back, under the excuse of protecting me from exploitation, from ignorant patronage, from some charlatan's hypnotic trick. So pride can always blind true vision. But my guide evidently knew my limitations. Having lifted me out of the groove I had settled in, he did not provoke the aroused ego with more words. He conveyed our next step, not by tongue but by step. I heard the soft sound of his retreating feet and followed them. My critical spirit loosed its hold and, as far as I thought of anything or foresaw anything, I thought we would be returning to the west porch. But after the clerestory doorway closed behind us and we had made our descent of the internal stairway, when the lower little doorway clicked ahead it did not admit, I could see, the last glow of the day but a dusk hardly lighter than the gloom in which we had been stepping.
My guide must have taken another of the many divergent tunnel passages in the vast walls; for we had emerged, I could see, into a considerable space, dark on every hand except the right. There some sort of huge opening glowered. I should have known my bearings but Y had, I suppose, lost that specific sense of direction in the sense of some much larger drift in things: as the carrier pigeon, it would seem, depends on its sensitiveness to the earth's magnetic field and so disregards and must disregard all ordinary sensory clues. My sensory clue came from another cast of the flashlight. I saw the oblique beam was thrown on the floor. The flash made it clear-we were back under the great western tower.
" This time," said the voice which, if possible, sounded softer and more diffused away from the walls-"this time,

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