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IT was the custom and time-honoured privilege of Mrs. Bale, a cottager in the remote English village of Dellmead, to decorate the church for Sunday worship. One Saturday afternoon when busying herself with her flowers and water-can she is shocked to see revealed by the mellow October sunshine the figure of a strange woman reclining on the slab of a canopied tomb where, according to tradition, had once lain a carved effigy. |