four
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I dislike to find that , for me , everything is subject to my observation and my knowledge . The first is great indeed , but the second is so small ! ... A few years ago , the parish priest was on his way to the church at four o'clock one morning , to celebrate the harvest mass , when he saw a strange thing floating on the surface of the pool that washes the steps of the wayside crucifix . As he approached , he perceived that it was a woman 's long hair . A moment later , they drew the body of a young and beautiful girl to the bank . With nothing on her but her night-dress , she seemed to have run straight from her bed to the pond .