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Stepping back into the yard, he stared up overhead, and, thanks to the fact that the night was not excessively dark, was able to detect the line of roof as it cut across the sky. From its height it gave promise of a loft under its shelter, and, searching round for some access to it, Henri presently stumbled upon a wooden staircase.
You knew he had been warned to keep away from her," said Murrell. There was a movement overhead in the loft, the loose clapboards with which it was floored creaked under a heavy tread. "Who's that? Hicks?" asked Ware. "It isn't Hicks never mind who it is, Tom," answered Murrell quietly. "I thought you'd sent him out of the county?" muttered Ware, his face livid.
Now we will just go to the end of the yard and see if they did manage to get into the warehouse by means of that crane, as you thought they did." They found that the crane had been swung out just far enough to afford a foot-hold to those lowering themselves on to it from the roof. The door of the loft stood open. "Just as you said. You could not have been righter, not if you had seen them at it.
The only part that was not "all right" was the drawing-room an apartment of gloomy, seldom-used splendour that Norah hated with her whole heart. But the stables were an abiding refuge. She was never dull there. Apart from the never-failing welcome in Bobs' loose box, there was the dim, fragrant loft, where the sunbeams only managed to send dusty rays of light across the gloom.
I remembered the last time I was there, and what had happened then, and a thought flashed through me that perhaps this was another trap. But I put it from me, and soon afterwards Doltaire said: "I have now a slice of the Intendance for my own, and we shall breakfast like squirrels in a loft."
Often in the afternoon she would steal up to the organ loft, where he was playing alone, and sit for hours listening to his improvisations. They did not speak to each other much, but ever since Franz had set eyes on her something new had entered into his soul and spoke in his music, something tremulous and strange and wonderful. "For a year Franz's life ran placidly and smoothly.
Tunis was about to call when he saw the old man straining upon the lower rungs of the ladder to reach the loft to pitch down a bunch of fodder. Queenie whinnied softly. "Hello, Cap'n Ira!" Tunis hailed. "What are you doing that for?" He hastened to cross the barn floor to his aid. "Where's Ida May that she lets you do this?" "Ida May?"
The organist liked to have him there; he was grateful for the token of interest, however slight, that was implied in such visits; and Westray, though without technical knowledge, found much to interest him in the unfamiliar surroundings of the loft.
For Diamond's father had built him a bed in the loft with boards all round it, because they had so little room in their own end over the coach-house; and Diamond's father put old Diamond in the stall under the bed, because he was a quiet horse, and did not go to sleep standing, but lay down like a reasonable creature.
Send it on to your aunt Phoebe; sorter make the old folks open their eyes oh? Well, seem' he's been to some expense fittin' up an entrance from the other street, we'll let him slide. But as to that d d old Frenchman Ferrers, in the next loft, with his stuck-up airs and high-falutin style, we must get quit of him; he's regularly gouged me in that ere horsehair spekilation."