Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. “It is intolerable that you should be followed about by such a creature. She heard the shower running and looked at his floor. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. ” He said. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by a bristling semicircle of spikes. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. “You certainly got him in the bag. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway.
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