"What about it ?" "Oh, nothing--only it explains a good deal.

I guess you enjoy it, don't you ?" But Brother Eusebius was bending over a cell in better preservation than most of them, and was illuminating with his candle the bones of the dweller in it.

The light flickered on the skull of the Early Christian and the tonsure of the modern one and made comparisons.

It also cut the darkness into solid blocks, and showed us broken bits of marble, faint stains of old frescoes, strange rough letters, and where it wavered furthest the uncertain lines of a graven cross.
"Here's one of the original inhabitants," remarked Eusebius.

"He's been here all the time.