Well, I shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. You come with those clear eyes of yours, as valiant as an angel.
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