. ” He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. Entering the Red Room, he crept through the hole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in his old place of captivity. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. The prisoner, however, submitted more quietly than was anticipated.
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