The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive.
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