The massive bell, resting on the rug in their living-room amid its travelling - wrappings, was much larger than they had expected. The girl and her mother felt their cottage grow smaller like a rock surrounded by rising tide. They were not inclined to discuss the bell in its presence, lest their minds turn on them with salty and even rude criticism from the inanimate thing's point of view; but they noticed for the first time how poor was the view from their windows, which did not look to sea. It was a great iron bell, with rust scoured thin to dust of Orient cinnamon; and on the inside, except where the tongue had struck, it was incrusted with salt. Around it a band of raised iron words said, "Jesu Maria 1690," with no comma between.
"Jesu Maria 1960,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 2.
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