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Nothing stirred there, and even the spider slept. Towards midnight a great flock of echoes suddenly leapt up from the wooden planks and circled round the roof. NOTHING STIRRED THERE AND EVEN THE SPIDER SLEPT TOWARDS MIDNIGHT A GREAT FLOCK OF ECHOES SUDDENLY LEAPT UP FROM THE WOODEN PLANKS AND CIRCLED ROUND THE ROOF
e glad, I rebuke the hostile winds that prowl about the world." And then there spoke the piece of an old cord. "I was made in a place of doom, and doomed men made my fibres, working without hope. Therefore there came a grimness into my heart, so that I never let anything go free when once I was set to bind it. Many a thing have I bound relentlessly for months and years; for I used to come coiling into warehouses where the great boxes lay all open to the air, and one of them would be suddenly closed up, and my fearful strength would be set on him like accurse, and if his timbers groaned when first I seized them, or if they creaked aloud in the lonely night, thinking of woodlands out of which they came, then I only gripped them tighter still, for the poor useless hate is in my soul of those that made me in the place of doom. Yet, for all the things that my prison-clutch has held, the last work that I did was to set something free. I lay idle one night in the gloom on the warehouse floor. E SLAVES AND MASTERS ARE GLAD I REBUKE THE HOSTILE WINDS THAT PROWL ABOUT THE WORLD AND THEN THERE SPOKE THE PEACE OF AN OLD CORD I WAS MADE IN A PLACE OF DOOM AND DOOMED MEN MADE MY FIBRES WORKING WITHOUT HOPE THEREFORE THERE CAME A GRIMNESS INTO MY HEART SO THAT I NEVER LET ANYTHING GO FREE WHEN ONCE I WAS SET TO BIND IT MANY A THING HAVE I BOUND RELENTLESSLY FOR MONTHS AND YEARS FOR I USED TO COME COILING INTO WAREHOUSES WHERE THE GREAT BOXES LAY ALL OPEN TO THE AIR AND ONE OF THEM WOULD BE SUDDENLY CLOSED UP AND MY FEARFUL STRENGTH WOULD BE SET ON HIM LIKE A CURSE AND IF HIS TIMBERS GROANED WHEN FIRST I SEIZED THEM OR IF THEY CREAKED ALOUD IN THE LONELY NIGHT THINKING OF WOODLANDS OUT OF WHICH THEY CAME THEN I ONLY GRIPPED THEM TIGHTER STILL FOR THE POOR USELESS HATE IS IN MY SOUL OF THOSE THAT MADE ME IN THE PLACE OF DOOM YET FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT MY PRISON CLUTCH HAS HELD THE LAST WORK THAT I DID WAS TO SET SOMETHING FREE I LAY IDLE ONE NIGHT IN THE GLOOM ON THE WAREHOUSE FLOOR
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