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418 ''slowly in volume, without in the least accelerating its precise, martial rhythm. It grows louder, and louder, and louder; and nearer. The building seems to vibrate with the rhythmically recurrent footfall. rushes to the windows. He peers out. Then, in a tone of awe:'')

Fog! Nothing but fog! (Utterly bewildered, he turns. The tramping swells into a climax. Then, more quickly than it has grown, ebbs into silence.)

(breathlessly). What was it?

A regiment marching by.

But the tramp? The hollow tramp?

(very matter of fact). I told you—there is a board pavement.

(breaking into a high-pitched, hysterical laugh). So there is! So there is! (The second door opens, and, very much excited, stands on the threshold.)

Doctor!

Yes?

The boy—the boy who saw the angels—where is he?

In there.

You are sure? (The men look at each other silently.)

Why do you ask?

I saw him!