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He did not recognise his own voice, but that was a small matter beside what he was considering. HE DID NOT RECOGNIZE HIS OWN VOICE BUT THAT WAS A SMALL MATTER BESIDE WHAT HE WAS CONSIDERING
l Town, For her gates are closing now. It is their right in the Baths of Night Body and soul to steep But we—pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us!— We must go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Sleep! Over the edge of the purple down, Ere the tender dreams begin, Look—we may look—at the Merciful Town, But we may not enter in! Outcasts all, from her guarded wall Back to our watch we creep: We—pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us!— We that go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Sleep At the last echo he was aware that his mouth was dry and unknown pulses were beating in the roof of it. The housekeeper, who would have it that he must have fallen in and caught a chill, was waiting to catch him on the stairs, and, since he neither saw nor answered her, carried a wild tale abroad that brought his mother knocking at the door. “Anything happened, dear? Harper said she thought you weren’t—” “No; it’s nothing. I’m all right, mummy. _Please_ don’t bother.” RAYER AND PLOUGH THEY THAT GO UP TO THE MERCIFUL TOWN FOR HER GATES ARE CLOSING NOW IT IS THE RIGHT IN THE BATHS OF NIGHT BODY AND SOUL TO STEEP BUT WE PITEOUS ARE PITEOUS WE WAKEFUL OR PITEOUS WE MUST GO BACK WITH POLICEMAN DAY BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP OVER THE EDGE OF THE PURPLE DOWN ERE THE TENDER DREAMS BEGIN LOOK WE MAY LOOK AT THE MERCIFUL TOWN BUT WE MAY NOT ENTER IN OUTCASTS ALL FROM HER GUARDED WALL BACK TO OUR WATCH WE CREEP WE PITEOUS ARE PITEOUS WE WAKEFUL O PITEOUS WE THAT GO BACK WITH POLICEMAN DAY BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP AT THE LAST ECHO HE WAS AWARE THAT HIS MOUTH WAS DRY AND UNKNOWN PULSES WERE BEATING IN THE ROOF OF IT THE HOUSEKEEPER WHO WOULD HAVE IT THAT HE MUST HAVE FALLEN IN AND CAUGHT A CHILL WAS WAITING TO CATCH HIM ON THE STAIRS AND SINCE HE NEITHER SAW NOR ANSWERED HER CARRIED A WILD TALE ABROAD THAT BROUGHT HIS MOTHER KNOCKING AT THE DOOR ANYTHING HAPPENED DEAR HARPER SAID SHE THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T NO IT'S NOTHING I'M ALL RIGHT MUMMY PLEASE DON'T BOTHER
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