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	<title>Comments on: The Tower of London on Virtual-Tripping, Part 2.</title>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
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		<description>I&#039;m American, but my family (through my maternal grandmother) is descended from the Greys. When I visited the Chapel of St. John in the Tower of London in 1983, as a young woman, I had a sense of oppression, almost desperation. I loved the space, and found it peaceful to the eye, but the sense of pent-up urgency was rather overpowering. I was told by the guide that Lady Jane Grey had spent a great deal of her time here, pacing and reading the Bible, prior to her execution. 

Strangely, I can find no other account online of this emotional effect, except for the story of the yeoman warder (Arthur Crick) who during his rounds of the White Tower sat down on a ledge in the chapel of St. John to ease his right shoe. He had the shoe off and was massaging his foot, when a voice behind him whispered, “There’s only you and I here”. Arthur&#039;s immediate response was, “Just let me get this bloody shoe on and there’ll be only you!&quot;  No word as to whether the whisper was male or female...</description>
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<p>Strangely, I can find no other account online of this emotional effect, except for the story of the yeoman warder (Arthur Crick) who during his rounds of the White Tower sat down on a ledge in the chapel of St. John to ease his right shoe. He had the shoe off and was massaging his foot, when a voice behind him whispered, “There’s only you and I here”. Arthur&#8217;s immediate response was, “Just let me get this bloody shoe on and there’ll be only you!&#8221;  No word as to whether the whisper was male or female&#8230;</p>
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