‘You don’t know him. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. ” “Thank you,” Anna answered. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship.
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