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The young man would willingly have prolonged this conversation far into the night, but Athos pointed out to him that his guest must need repose. D'Artagnan would fain have declared that he was not fatigued, but Athos insisted on his retiring to his chamber, conducted thither by Raoul. Athos as a Diplomatist. D'Artagnan retired to bed not to sleep, but to think over all he had heard that evening.
Yes, here it was in miniature, all that he had dreamed of; a palace of four feet high! "You have the key of this palace," said Alice; "it has waited that is, its secret and precious chamber has, for you to open it, these three hundred years. Do you know how to find that secret chamber?"
But my reveries were broken up by a rough voice in the outer chamber insisting on an entrance into mine, and replied to by a weak and garrulous female one, refusing the admission. The dialogue was something of this order "Strong or weak, well or ill, able or not able, I must send him, before twelve o'clock this night, to Paris." "But the poor gentleman's wounds are still unhealed."
If I could have ten minutes' peep into her chamber now, I would find out where she got them, and what mischief she was up to." At that instant, as if some tributary demon had heard his wish, a shape which could be none but Elsie's flitted through a gleam of moonlight into the shadow of the trees. She was setting out on one of her midnight rambles.
But there was a deeper stillness than ever breathing through this frame: it was as if the soul had been lulled to sleep; her mien was lifeless; her voice was lifeless; her gesture was lifeless; the impression she produced was like that of entering some chamber which has not been entered before for a century.
Rallying, however, with a strong effort, he demanded to be conducted to the chamber where the body lay. The man assented, but hesitated on reaching the door, and whispered something in the ear of Doctor Danvers, who, as he heard it, raised his hands and eyes with a mute expression of horror, and turning to Charles, said "My dear young friend, remain where you are for a few moments.
And as she looked at him again she saw that he carried his head that head of his that was so like Odysseus' high and proudly. She saw that her son was now indeed a man. Penelope spoke no word to him, for a new thought had come into her mind. She turned round on the stairs and went back with her hand-maids to the chamber where her loom and her distaff were.
Quarles's chamber always had a night-lamp burning: but the darkness of his own room, of his own thoughts, pressed him all around, as with a thick, murky, suffocating vapour. So, he stood close by the window, watching the day-break.
"I wonder what is the matter with her?" thought Miss Derwent, as she made ready for bed that night. "Perhaps her bereavement is very recent. At all events, she has come to the right place to be helped." Sylvia, as soon as she had closed the door of her chamber, went to the window and knelt down with her hot forehead against the cold glass.
Put away this great grief that lieth upon thee, and enter into this chamber, and drink with me. Right soon shall the tinkling of the wine as it falleth into the cup ease thee of these gloomy thoughts. As thou art a man, be wise after the fashion of a man; for to them that are of a gloomy countenance, life, if only I judge rightly, is not life but trouble only."
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