The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. She walked through the walls. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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