Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. “I should like you to come here,” she said. She saw a pole-chair; that would be this Mr. She twisted her fingers tightly. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. It was a moment of breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us.
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