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There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. 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. In doing so, he had to clamber up the immense heap of bricks and rubbish which now littered the floor, amounting almost to a car-load, and reaching up nearly to the top of the chimney-piece. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing. ‘I am fascinated. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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