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CHAPTER VII--THE HOODED FACE
They awoke in the grey of the morning; the birds were not yet in full
song, but twittered here and there among the woods; the sun was not yet
up, but the eastern sky was barred with solemn colours. Half starved and
over-weary as they were, they lay without moving, sunk in a delightful
lassitude. And as they thus lay, the clang of a bell fell suddenly upon
their ears.
"A bell!" said Dick, sitting up. "Can we be, then, so near to Holywood?"
A little after, the bell clanged again, but this time somewhat nearer
hand; and from that time forth, and still drawing nearer and nearer, it
continued to sound brokenly abroad in the silence of the morning.
"
Nay, what should this betoken?" said Dick, who was now broad awake.
It is some one walking," returned Matcham, and "the bell tolleth ever as
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he moves."
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I see that well," said Dick. "But wherefore? What maketh he in
Tunstall Woods? Jack," he added, "laugh at me an ye will, but I like not
the hollow sound of it."
"Nay," said Matcham, with a shiver, "it hath a doleful note. An the day
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