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A rope of bed-sheets knotted together dangled from one of the upper windows, its end swaying in mid-air at the height of the second floor. Many of them do, at Messina: a desperate expedient of escape. Some pots of geranium and cactus, sadly flowering, adorned the other windows, whose glass panes were unbroken.
At his side dangled a great rosary and cross of black wood, and under his arm he carried a portfolio secured with a leathern strap, which seemed stuffed to bursting with papers. Father Antonio, whom we have thus introduced to the reader, was an itinerant preaching monk from the Convent of San Marco in Florence, on a pastoral and artistic tour through Italy.
"She couldn't get out there," said he, "even if she could climb up to it. Unless she could swarm a rope." And he touched one of the ropes which dangled from a huge beam. The detective, however, walked rapidly past him, and stopped short, pointing to something which was lying on the floor under the window. It was the body of a man, lying in a heap.
"M'ee take Uvin Chal!" "Aw, now, you don't wanta go and act like that. Listen here, Boy. You lay down here and go to sleep. You can search me for what it is you're trying to say, but I guess you want your mama, maybe, or your bottle, chances are. Aw, looky!" Bud pulled his watch from his pocket a man's infallible remedy for the weeping of infant charges and dangled it anxiously before Lovin Child.
Over his head dangled a thicket of canes hanging by their crooks from a twine string stretched across. They were made of candy striped spirally in red and white. There were candy men and women in the window, and chocolate mice with red eyes, and a big cake, all over frosting, with a candy preacher on it marrying a candy man and lady.
For some following years Sinn Fein could be said merely to exist as a name and nothing more. The country had dangled before it the project of the triumph of Parliamentarianism and it discouraged all criticism of "the Party," no matter how just, honest or well-intended.
Though certain of the man's guilty intentions, he could not put an end to him. He again grasped the unconscious man and dragged him across the living room and out beside the crane of the hoist. A loop of the rope-end about the clumsy ankles, and two or three turns of the windlass lifted the inert body so that it dangled head downward.
A moment of local freedom meant nothing, and he had waited until he should find open sky and clear country; this was his reward of patience. The short, frayed end of the rope dangled beneath his chin; his neck stung where the rope had galled him; but these were minor ills and freedom was a panacea. Later he would work off the halter as he alone knew how.
"Strange ways you have!" exclaimed Atossa, in a low voice. She was fiercely angry, but there was no change in her face. She dangled a little chain upon her finger, and tapped the ground with her foot as she sat. That was all. "I am not come here to wrangle with you about your slaves. They will obey me without wrangling. I met Zoroaster in the gardens an hour since."
The Master started after her. Now she was on her knees beside one of the dead Maghrabis the one killed by Janina. She found nothing; turned to the other; uttered a cry of exultation and held up a clumsy key. Back over the floor of gold she ran. Her fingers held a crimson cord, from which the key dangled. "Those two they were guardians of this vault, of course!" she cried. "Here is the key!"
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