Before her was a great Gothic portal. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to avoid being detained. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. If I were Mr.
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