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Between the Windrush and the Colne I found a little house of stone -- A little wicked house of stone.
Peckwether, the historian, whose turn for story-telling came at our last dinner before the summer interregnum, apologised for reading his narrative. He was not good, he said, at impromptu composition. He also congratulated himself on Leithen's absence. "He comes into the story, and I should feel rather embarrassed talking about him to his face. But he has read my manuscripts and approved it, so you have two reliable witnesses to a queerish tale."