Book 4, Chapter 8: In Which Glastonbury Is Very Much Astonished

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​⁠It was a gusty autumnal night; Glastonbury sat alone in his tower; every now and then the wind, amid a chorus of groaning branches and hissing rain, dashed against his window; then its power seemed gradually lulled, and perfect stillness succeeded, until a low moan was heard again in the distance, which gradually swelled into storm. The countenance of the good old man was not so serene as usual. O