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 their heads, dressed in blue and violet—I think violet's such a beautiful colour. And one big figure in the foreground, just to look like helpfulness, holding out both hands with the look I've sometimes seen on people's faces. When can I know for sure about the window? I mean, when will you tell me if they'll let me put it up?"

"I don't know," said the Vicar, agitatedly, hurrying towards the lych-gate and holding it open for her to pass through. "I'll come round and see you about it. Yes, I know the house."

"Oh, would you?" she said, shyly. "Well, that would be kind. You know, talking about helpfulness, you're one of that sort of people. You don't know what it's meant to me to hear you preaching. You'd hardly believe"

"Good-night," said the Vicar abruptly. He raised his hat, turned on his heel, and fled through the darkness