----------. . The Snow Goose swept off course by a sea. Storm just reaches the Essex coast. Fritha. Finds her exhausted and wounded on the. Beach and gently cradles her, for she has. Heard
. (You are good to me,master. I'm sorry). You are forgiven,but remember,Quasimodo,this is your sanctuary. My sanctuary. Safe behinds the windows and these parapets of stone. Gazing at the people down below