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 Rh 'Hunchback and Saint and Fool,' and that they came Under the three last crescents of the moon. And then I'd stagger out. He'd crack his wits Day after day, yet never find the meaning.

And then he laughed to think that what seemed hard Should be so simple—a bat rose from the hazels And circled round him with its squeaky cry, The light in the tower window was put out.