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"The tree moved," declared Helen, finishing her story, in the safety of the kitchen. "And--to my horror--I saw that it was a man. He was waiting there, like a tiger ready to spring on his prey."
"Go on." Mrs. Oates was openly derisive. "I've seen that tree, myself. Often seen him, I have, waiting for Ceridwen, when she used to work here. And was never the same tree twice."