Entering the Red Room, he crept through the hole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in his old place of captivity. After five or six years it would not be difficult to hide in Italy or in France. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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