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It happened on this evening that between the hours of six and seven no living human being was to be seen within the walls of the great church.
Evensong was over; no lingering tourists paced the nave. Broad and his assistant, Titchett, had gone to their homes to have a bite and a drink before the evening service. Beyond the Precincts all the town was alive. Within the Cathedral there was life also.