is it not? a man has but to leap up here from a chair; and he is safe."
i praised it very highly, to please him; and indeed it was very curious and ingenious.
"but those days are done," i said.
"who can tell that?" he cried--(though a week ago he had told me the same himself). "some priest might very well be flying for his life along this road, and turn in here. who knows whether it may not be so again?" 