What happened to Mr. Bliss? He ran all night without knowing where he was running to, jumping over hedges, falling into ditches, tearing his clothes on barbed wire. When dawn came he was dead tired, and he found himself sitting on the top of a hill. He ought to have been miles and miles away, but he was looking down into his own village and could see his own house in the distance on a further hill.

"There is either a flag flying from my chimney or else the sweep has got in - though I never ordered him to come," he said to himself.

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