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"Oh!" he said, in a low voice, "is it really true that such a thing took place here, to-day, this very lance at the church The front was so with stars The crescent of the ht upward from the horizon, had paused at the ht hand tower, and seee of the balustrade, cut out in black trefoils

The cloister door was shut; but the archdeacon always carried with him the key of the tower in which his laboratory was situated He made use of it to enter the church

In the church he found the gloom and silence of a cavern By the deep shadohich fell in broad sheets fros for the cerereat silver cross shone fro points, like thes of the choir showed the upper extremities of their arches above the black draperies, and their painted panes, traversed by a ray of er any hues but the doubtful colors of night, a sort of violet, white and blue, whose tint is found only on the faces of the dead The archdeacon, on perceiving these wan spots all around the choir, thought he beheld the mitres of daain, he thought they were a circle of pale visages gazing at him

He started to flee across the church Then it see endued with anireat colu the earth with its big stone spatula, and that the gigantic cathedral was no longer anything but a sort of prodigious elephant, which was breathing andwith its pillars for feet, its ters for trunks and the is

This fever or ree of intensity that the external world was no longer anything more for the unhappy man than a sort of Apocalypse,- visible, palpable, terrible

For one ed into the side aisles, he perceived a reddish light behind a cluster of pillars He ran towards it as to a star It was the poor laht and day, beneath its iron grating He flung hi soee of Job, over which his staring eye glanced,-"And a spirit passed before my face, and I heard a small voice, and the hair of my flesh stood up"