61/63 .' "The song died away in the distance before I moved. I had hardly opened my lips during the interview, and now had much ado to believe it a reality. But the newly-turfed grave was voucher enough for this. A horror of the place seized me; I cast one shuddering look at the giant face and rushed from the spot, leaving the silent creepers to veil once more that awful likeness from the eyes of day. Of our journey down the Peak I need say little, except that, lame as I was, I surprised and exhausted my guides in my hurry. |