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Updated: May 4, 2025
As she passed the threshold Elfgiva exclaimed in vexation, for the light of the log fire, whose rudely carved chimney-piece broke the long side-wall, succumbed at the balcony's lower edge to the shadows of the raftered ceiling, and all above was wrapped in soft twilight.
Half on the padded leather and half on the cape hood, strapped tight, I laid it. Standing upon this perilous perch, I was just able to lay my fingers upon the cold edge of the balcony's floor. With an effort I could grasp one of the stone balusters. An idea occurred to me, and I got carefully down. One of the luggage-carrier's straps was six feet long. I had it loose in a moment.
Dave Darrin was down again, crouching on top of the spire, when Dick reached him. "Just touch your feet, Dick!" Darrin called coolly. "Then stand holding to the pole until I get down into the balcony." Dick obeyed as one who could no longer think for himself. This done, Dave slipped down the spire's slope, by the aid of the rope, until his feet touched the balcony's floor.
That balcony's mighty convenient, for the window'll not be any more difficult than ordinary." "It'll be locked, you know," observed Triffitt, with a glance at his own. "Mine is, anyway, and you can bet his will be, too." "Oh that doesn't matter," said Davidge, carelessly. "We're prepared. Show Mr. Triffitt your kit, Jim all pals here." The innocent-looking Mr.
He rose as he spoke, and moved towards the balcony's edge, resting one hand upon its smooth stone.
He sat down on his favorite chair, propped his feet upon the rotten balcony's rim and began to smoke. Within, he heard Lily sobbing. Helen was trying to comfort her. Conway glanced into the room. The oldest sister was dressed in a plain blue cotton gown for to-day she would begin work at the mill. Conway remembered it. He winced, but smoked on and said nothing.
A great pity arose now in the heart of Mademoiselle, as her father went below that he might carry out his barbarous design. She was deaf to the dainty trifles which the most elegant Chevalier de Jacquelin was murmuring into her ear. She stood, a tall, queenly figure, at the balcony's parapet and watched the preparations that were being made. She heard her father's harshly-voiced commands.
O, rest thee here, my gondolier, Rest, rest, while up I go, To climb yon light balcony's height While thou keep'st watch below. Ah! if high Heaven had tongues as well As starry eyes to see O, think what tales 'twould hate to tell Of wandering youths like me.
When I had lowered myself on to the seat of the car, I unbuckled the strap and started to pull it down. But the buckle caught on the baluster, and I had to stand on my old perch to reach and loosen it. I did so, balancing myself with one hand on the balcony's door. As the strap slipped free, there was a burning pain in my fingers.
Then, very gradually and cautiously, Sunni slipped over the balcony's edge and let himself down, down, till he reached a branch thick enough to cling to. The turban was none too long, the branches at the top were so slender.
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