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And then he saw the lights of the bridge to Nowhere, and all of a sudden he was in the glare of the shimmering parlour window of Lonely House; and he heard voices there pronouncing words, and the voices were nowise human, and but for his bitter need he had screamed and fled. AND THEN HE SAW THE LIGHTS OF THE BRIDGE TO NOWHERE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN HE WAS IN THE GLARE OF THE SHIMMERING PARLOUR WINDOW OF LONELY HOUSE AND HE HEARD VOICES THERE PRONOUNCING WORDS AND THE VOICES WERE NO WISE HUMAN AND BUT FOR HIS BITTER NEED HE HAD SCREAMED AND FLED
 vernacular mind he thought that "he _had_ the gods." It is a long journey from London to World's End, and Pombo had no money left, yet within five weeks he was strolling along Last Street; but how he contrived to get there I will not say, for it was not entirely honest. And Pombo found the well at the end of the garden beyond the end house of Last Street, and many thoughts ran through his mind as he hung by his hands from the edge, but chiefest of all those thoughts was one that said the gods were laughing at him through the mouth of the arch-idolater, their prophet, and the thought beat in his head till it ached like his wrists ... and then he found the step. And Pombo walked downstairs. There, sure enough, was the gloaming in which the world spins, and stars shone far off in it faintly; there was nothing before him as he went downstairs but that strange blue waste of gloaming, with its multitudes of stars, and comets plunging through it on outward journeys and comets returning home. GING AWAY FOR IN HIS VERNACULAR MIND HE THOUGHT THAT HE HAD THE GODS IT IS A LONG JOURNEY FROM LONDON TO WORLD'S END AND POMBO HAD NO MONEY LEFT AND YET WITHIN FIVE WEEKS HE WAS STROLLING ALONG LAST STREET BUT HOW HE CONTRIVED TO GET THERE I WILL NOT SAY FOR IT WAS NOT ENTIRELY HONEST AND POMBO FOUND THE WELL AT THE END OF THE GARDEN BEYOND THE END HOUSE OF LAST STREET AND MANY THOUGHTS RAN THROUGH HIS MIND AS HE HUNG BY HIS HANDS FROM THE EDGE BUT CHIEFEST OF ALL THOSE THOUGHTS WAS ONE THAT SAID THE GODS WERE LAUGHING AT HIM THROUGH THE MOUTH OF THE ARCH IDOLPTER THEIR PROPHET AND THE THOUGHT BEAT IN HIS HEAD TILL IT ACHED LIKE HIS WRISTS AND THEN HE FOUND THE STEP AND POMBU WALKED DOWNSTAIRS THERE SURE ENOUGH WAS THE GLOAMING IN WHICH THE WORLD SPINS AND THE STARS SHONE FAR OFF IN IT FAINTLY THERE WAS NOTHING BEFORE HIM AS HE WENT DOWNSTAIRS BUT THAT STRANGE BLUE WASTE OF GLOAMING WITH ITS MULTITUDE OF STARS AND COMETS PLUNGING THROUGH IT ON OUTWARD JOURNEYS AND COMETS RETURNING HOME
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