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I declare to you, that as the monk said about the picture in the convent, that he sometimes thought the living tenants were the shadows, and the painted figures the realities, I have sometimes felt as if I were a wandering spirit, and this great unchanging multivertebrate which I faced night after night was one ever-listening animal, which writhed along after me wherever I fled, and coiled at my feet every evening, turning up to me the same sleepless eyes which I thought I had closed with my last drowsy incantation!
And, knowing from a previous observation that the body was cold and stark, the sniper must have reasoned that the living had joined it. Or perhaps the incautious exclamation made by Charlie when he felt the big rat may have been carried to the ever-listening ears.
But if I have really studied one or two nests, and made acquaintance with the tricks and manners of the small dwellers therein, I am satisfied and happy. While we lingered in the little hemlock grove, enraptured with the white-throat, and feeling that "Here were the place to lie alone all day On shadowed grass, beneath the blessed trees," a distant note reached our ever-listening ears.
The cactus had nearly done blooming now, and its ever-listening ears were absurdly warted with fruit; gorgeous carpets of bluebonnets were spread beside the ditches, while the air above was filled with thousands of yellow butterflies, like whirling, wind-blown petals of the prickly-pear blossom.
I declare to you, that as the monk said about the picture in the convent, that he sometimes thought the living tenants were the shadows, and the painted figures the realities, I have sometimes felt as if I were a wandering spirit, and this great unchanging multivertebrate which I faced night after night was one ever-listening animal, which writhed along after me wherever I fled, and coiled at my feet every evening, turning up to me the same sleepless eyes which I thought I had closed with my last drowsy incantation!
But I think that the recording angel up in heaven opened his book that night and wrote a new name on its pages, and that the ever-listening Savior said, "I have called him by his name; he is mine." In the gray glimmering dawn of the early morning Tode stood out on the steps, and waited for the rush of travelers from the train.
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