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As he did so he heard a sound of repressed sobbing from some spot not very far away, and, moved by some undefinable impulse stronger than his will, he pushed open the gate and entered the sacred precincts. Instantly the weirdness and desolation of the spot struck him. He wished, yet dreaded, to advance.
At last he recalled the circumstances under which he fell asleep, and he jumped to the conclusion that he was in the same house still. "They must have put me to bed," he said to himself. "They were very kind; but this is a queer room." Thus far no thought that he was a prisoner had entered his mind. He arose and began to feel his way around by the walls.
Out of the Hôtel de Ville at Louvain, as our car halted by the cathedral door, came an elderly French officer, walking with a light, quick step, his cloak thrown back over his shoulders, and hurriedly entered a car; and after him came a tall British officer, walking more slowly, imperturbably, as a man who meant to let nothing disturb him or beat him both characteristic types of race.
Mary's with a choice body of foot on their left, and the horse rallying in the High Street, and charging them again in the front, they were driven back quite into the street of the suburb, and most of those that had so rashly entered were cut in pieces.
They ought to have been carted over." By this time the pig had reached an unfastened gate admitting to the open down, across which he sped with all the agility his little legs afforded. As soon as the pursuers had entered and ascended to the top of the high ground it became apparent that they would have to run all the way to the farmer's if they wished to get at him.
As he spoke, the door opened and the original of the portrait on the wall entered, followed by her daughter Isabel.
Her husband at this moment entered, and in some measure relieved her alarm. He threw down the carcass of a large fat deer. "Behold what a fine and fat animal!" cried the mysterious females; and they immediately ran and pulled off pieces of the whitest fat, which they greedily devoured. The hunter and his wife looked on with astonishment, but remained silent.
"Anyone can see you are," retorted Noel. "I'll bet you daren't go yourself!" She turned from him sharply without another word, and entered the house. She met her husband on the threshold of his room, and pushed him impulsively back, her hands against his breast. "Trevor, please don't be angry with him. He we often go on like that. There is nothing to be angry about indeed."
He thought he was looking at himself, grown old; not absolutely the same in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his bristling hair, with that wild and uneasy eye, with that blouse, just as it was on the day when he entered D , full of hatred, concealing his soul in that hideous mass of frightful thoughts which he had spent nineteen years in collecting on the floor of the prison.
The streets, despite their desolate appearance, were preferable to the spot he had just quitted, and he seemed to breathe more freely when he got to a little distance from the polluted fane. He had now entered Wood-street, but all was as still as death, and he paused to gaze up at his master's window, but there was no one at it.
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