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Respectable Cowfold , which thought it knew everybody in the place , could not tell . There was no sign of their existence on the next day . People gathered together and looked at the mischief wrought the night before , and talked everlastingly about it ; but the doers of it vanished , rapt away apparently into an invisible world . On Sunday next , at one o'clock , Cowfold Square , save for a few windows not yet mended , looked just as it always looked ; that is to say , not a soul was visible in it , and the pump was , as usual , chained . The band of rescuers had passed George as he stood in the garden , and when they had gone he knocked at the door . It was a long time before anybody came , but at last it was partly opened , just as far as the chain would permit , and the Reverend John Broad , looking very white and with a candle in his hand appeared . `` It is I , George , Mr. Broad .