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It yielded, the door stood open, and the gust of cold wind entering the house extinguished the candle within. They entered and found themselves in a miserable stone-paved kitchen, furnished with poverty-stricken meagreness a wooden chair or two, a dirty table, some broken crockery, old cooking utensils, a fly-blown missionary society almanac, and a fireless grate. Doyne set the lamp on the table.
He unshipped a lamp and examined the car, which had wedged itself against a great drift of snow on the off side. Meanwhile McCurdie and Biggleswade had alighted. "Yes, it's the axle," said the chauffeur. "Then we're done," remarked Doyne. "I'm afraid so, my lord." "What's the matter? Can't we get on?" asked Biggleswade in his querulous voice. McCurdie laughed.
The second in the railway carriage this afternoon. The third on the way here. This is the fourth." Biggleswade plucked nervously at the fringe of whisker under his jaws and said faintly, "It's the fourth time up to now. I thought it was fancy." "I have felt it, too," said Doyne. "It is the Angel of Death." And he pointed to the room where the dead man and woman lay.
Don't you feel it?" and clutched Doyne by the arm. An expression of terror appeared on his iron features. "There! It's here with us." Little Professor Biggleswade sat on a corner of the table and wiped his forehead. "I heard it. I felt it. It was like the beating of wings." "It's the fourth time," said McCurdie. "The first time was just before I accepted the Deverills' invitation.
"Because I'm not a Mohammedan," retorted Biggleswade. "You might be worse," said Doyne. Presently the dim outline of the little house grew perceptible. A faint light shone from the window. It stood unfenced by any kind of hedge or railing a few feet away from the road in a little hollow beneath some rising ground.
"It was there we found Doyne, staggering along the lip of the gorge. He had gone mad in the solitude, and was wandering along bareheaded, tossing his arms in the air as he walked. When I saw him I thought of Cain trying to escape from the wrath of God after killing Abel. He saw us as soon as we saw him, and started to run.
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