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.

    “ah, you head of brass,” he said,“you are nothing but yelloht to my master. ho you!ho!a magician like him ought to knoers  us food and raiment fit for kings; but, instead, he spends his time ht but scraps to eat and rags to et rich.”

    just as he spoke the last ht flash as of lightning lit up the brazen face, and a lo thunder filled the room. the mouth of the image opened, its lips seemed to move, and in a voice scarcely louder than a rasped his cudgel very hard and stood close by the door, ready to run. but, as the image sat bolted fast to its pedestal, and moved not, he soon greain.</p>

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