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I was losing patience when I heard footsteps below; the ladder creak'd, and the red hair and broad shoulders of a chambermaid rose into view. She carried a steaming mug in her hand, and mutter'd all the while in no very choice talk. The wench had a kind face, tho'; and a pair of eyes that did her more credit than her tongue.
Here's an hour to send a grandfatherly man a-groping for a keg o' powder!" A wheezy cough clos'd the sentence, as a key was with difficulty fitted in the lock. "Ugh ugh! Sure, the lock an' I be a pair, for stiff joints." The door creak'd back against me, and a shaft of light pierc'd the darkness.
"All day within the dreamy house The doors upon their hinges creak'd, The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked, Or from the crevice peer'd about, Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without."
We caught at the rope, and stopp'd it just in time: but the pulley above creak'd vociferously. I turn'd my head. The man in the bows had not mov'd. "Now either I am mad or dreaming," thought I: for that the fellow had not heard our noise was to me starkly incredible. I stepp'd along the deck toward him: not an inch did he budge. I touch'd him on the shoulder. He fac'd round with a quick start.
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