培根修道士和黄铜头像（5）
“oh, certainly, miles.”
“then trust me, master. go and take your rest, and i ht!” and the el in his hand. for a about at the strange objects on his studies. they the friar’s meals; but noht of the flickering lamp they seemed to him like uncanny beings ready to pounce upon him and destroy him. he grasped his cudgel rip, and looked at the brazen head. the face of the image seemed to be beng s? no, no, i am not afraid.”
in the farthest corner upon his right htened the oxford professors. miles crossed himself e piece of glass, round like a on h the stars. on a table close by metals, and instruments icians. ht about these strange things a slight noise caused him to look again at the brazen head. its face still bore the smile that had braced his courage up, and he greh to speak to it.
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