"I hate the dreadful Hollow behind the little wood
Its lips in the field above are drabbled with bloodred heath
The red-ripp'd ledges drip in a silent horror of blood
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death" "
Tennyson, in A mans茫o Hollow - Agatha Christie
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