I'm forgetting, though," she ran on.
"You're Brother Timothy now, a Beauchamp Brother, and the Lord knows how I'm to make you sensible of it! I heard Brother Clerihew taking a party around yesterday, and played around close to hear what he had to tell about the place.

All he said was that if these old walls could speak what a tale might they not unfold?
And then a lady turned round and supposed that the child (meaning me) was following them on the chance of a copper.

So I came away.

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