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Beyond
the
usual
morning
cough
I
have
very
little
discomfort
,
and
,
what
with
the
fresh
milk
and
the
home
-
grown
mutton
,
I
have
every
chance
of
putting
on
weight
.
I
think
Saunderson
will
be
pleased
.
The
two
Miss
Allertons
are
charmingly
quaint
and
kind
,
two
dear
little
hard
-
working
old
maids
,
who
are
ready
to
lavish
all
the
heart
which
might
have
gone
out
to
husband
and
to
children
upon
an
invalid
stranger
.
Truly
,
the
old
maid
is
a
most
useful
person
,
one
of
the
reserve
forces
of
the
community
.
They
talk
of
the
superfluous
woman
,
but
what
would
the
poor
superfluous
man
do
without
her
kindly
presence
?
By
the
way
,
in
their
simplicity
they
very
quickly
let
out
the
reason
why
Saunderson
recommended
their
farm
.
The
Professor
rose
from
the
ranks
himself
,
and
I
believe
that
in
his
youth
he
was
not
above
scaring
crows
in
these
very
fields
.
It
is
a
most
lonely
spot
,
and
the
walks
are
picturesque
in
the
extreme
.
The
farm
consists
of
grazing
land
lying
at
the
bottom
of
an
irregular
valley
.
On
each
side
are
the
fantastic
limestone
hills
,
formed
of
rock
so
soft
that
you
can
break
it
away
with
your
hands
.
All
this
country
is
hollow
.
Could
you
strike
it
with
some
gigantic
hammer
it
would
boom
like
a
drum
,
or
possibly
cave
in
altogether
and
expose
some
huge
subterranean
sea
.
A
great
sea
there
must
surely
be
,
for
on
all
sides
the
streams
run
into
the
mountain
itself
,
never
to
reappear
.
There
are
gaps
everywhere
amid
the
rocks
,
and
when
you
pass
through
them
you
find
yourself
in
great
caverns
,
which
wind
down
into
the
bowels
of
the
earth
.
I
have
a
small
bicycle
lamp
,
and
it
is
a
perpetual
joy
to
me
to
carry
it
into
these
weird
solitudes
,
and
to
see
the
wonderful
silver
and
black
effect
when
I
throw
its
light
upon
the
stalactites
which
drape
the
lofty
roofs
.
Shut
off
the
lamp
,
and
you
are
in
the
blackest
darkness
.
Turn
it
on
,
and
it
is
a
scene
from
the
Arabian
Nights
.
But
there
is
one
of
these
strange
openings
in
the
earth
which
has
a
special
interest
,
for
it
is
the
handiwork
,
not
of
nature
,
but
of
man
.
I
had
never
heard
of
Blue
John
when
I
came
to
these
parts
.
It
is
the
name
given
to
a
peculiar
mineral
of
a
beautiful
purple
shade
,
which
is
only
found
at
one
or
two
places
in
the
world
.
It
is
so
rare
that
an
ordinary
vase
of
Blue
John
would
be
valued
at
a
great
price
.
The
Romans
,
with
that
extraordinary
instinct
of
theirs
,
discovered
that
it
was
to
be
found
in
this
valley
,
and
sank
a
horizontal
shaft
deep
into
the
mountain
side
.
The
opening
of
their
mine
has
been
called
Blue
John
Gap
,
a
clean
-
cut
arch
in
the
rock
,
the
mouth
all
overgrown
with
bushes
.
It
is
a
goodly
passage
which
the
Roman
miners
have
cut
,
and
it
intersects
some
of
the
great
water
-
worn
caves
,
so
that
if
you
enter
Blue
John
Gap
you
would
do
well
to
mark
your
steps
and
to
have
a
good
store
of
candles
,
or
you
may
never
make
your
way
back
to
the
daylight
again
.
I
have
not
yet
gone
deeply
into
it
,
but
this
very
day
I
stood
at
the
mouth
of
the
arched
tunnel
,
and
peering
down
into
the
black
recesses
beyond
,
I
vowed
that
when
my
health
returned
I
would
devote
some
holiday
to
exploring
those
mysterious
depths
and
finding
out
for
myself
how
far
the
Roman
had
penetrated
into
the
Derbyshire
hills
.
Strange
how
superstitious
these
countrymen
are
!
I
should
have
thought
better
of
young
Armitage
,
for
he
is
a
man
of
some
education
and
character
,
and
a
very
fine
fellow
for
his
station
in
life
.
I
was
standing
at
the
Blue
John
Gap
when
he
came
across
the
field
to
me
.
"
Well
,
doctor
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
’
re
not
afraid
,
anyhow
.
"
"
Afraid
!
"
I
answered
.
"
Afraid
of
what
?
"
"
Of
it
,
"
said
he
,
with
a
jerk
of
his
thumb
towards
the
black
vault
,
"
of
the
Terror
that
lives
in
the
Blue
John
Cave
.
"
How
absurdly
easy
it
is
for
a
legend
to
arise
in
a
lonely
countryside
!
I
examined
him
as
to
the
reasons
for
his
weird
belief
.
It
seems
that
from
time
to
time
sheep
have
been
missing
from
the
fields
,
carried
bodily
away
,
according
to
Armitage
.
That
they
could
have
wandered
away
of
their
own
accord
and
disappeared
among
the
mountains
was
an
explanation
to
which
he
would
not
listen
.
On
one
occasion
a
pool
of
blood
had
been
found
,
and
some
tufts
of
wool
.
That
also
,
I
pointed
out
,
could
be
explained
in
a
perfectly
natural
way
.
Further
,
the
nights
upon
which
sheep
disappeared
were
invariably
very
dark
,
cloudy
nights
with
no
moon
.
This
I
met
with
the
obvious
retort
that
those
were
the
nights
which
a
commonplace
sheep
-
stealer
would
naturally
choose
for
his
work
.
On
one
occasion
a
gap
had
been
made
in
a
wall
,
and
some
of
the
stones
scattered
for
a
considerable
distance
.
Human
agency
again
,
in
my
opinion
.
Finally
,
Armitage
clinched
all
his
arguments
by
telling
me
that
he
had
actually
heard
the
Creature
—
indeed
,
that
anyone
could
hear
it
who
remained
long
enough
at
the
Gap
.
It
was
a
distant
roaring
of
an
immense
volume
.
