Then he shook my hand warmly, and disappeared in the deep shadow of the passage-mouth.
The wind was blowing more fitfully than before, and there was some sign of a lull between the gusts.

I stood at the opening of the passage, and listened till the echo of Ratsey's footsteps died away, and then returning to the corner, flung more wood on the fire, and lit the candle.
After that I took out again the parchment, and also my aunt's red prayer-book, and sat down to study them.

First I looked out in the book that text about the 'days of our life', and found that it was indeed in the ninetieth Psalm, but the tenth verse, just as Ratsey said, and not the twenty-first as it was writ on the parchment.

And then I took the second text, and here again the Psalm was given correct, but the verse was two, and not six, as my scribe had it.

It was just the same with the other three--the number of the Psalm was right but the verse wrong.