Strange did indeed get up and go to the window as he spoke. “Henry,” he said, “I like your church exceedingly. I like that little wall that goes around the building and the trees, and holds them all in tight. It makes the place look like a ship. If you ever get a good strong wind then church and trees will all sail off togheter to another place entirely.”
“Strange,” said Henry Woodhope, “you are quite as ridiculous as ever.”
Fra novellesamlingen The Ladies of Grace Adieu av Susanna Clarke.
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