A narrow passage at the north of the Stone Hall led to the Bluebeard's room of this enchanted castle, a place shunned even by the reckless crew who were compelled to pass it. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. .
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