She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion
under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though
temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than
embrace them. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’
‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped,
racing down the corridor. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks
of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever
and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening
appearance of the night. Impelled by a feeling,
into which we shall not pause to inquire, the stranger started after them; but they
were better mounted, and soon distanced him. She rapped again, louder. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. Nor can we.
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