Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gained the entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; his progress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which he himself had raised. Fast asleep, he is.
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