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Updated: June 8, 2025
"I don't believe," said he, "there would be a grain of harm in my peeping inside that door; all the same, I will not do it. I will just go down and peep through the key-hole." So off he went to do as he said; but there was no key-hole to that door, either.
The last shock had subsided, but the building was slowly and composedly settling into the ground. As the third story came down to my level, I observed in one of the front rooms a young and lovely female in white, standing at a door trying to get out. She couldn't, for the door was locked-I saw her through the key-hole.
Beaten in the foot-race, Kenneth went back for a word with Ford. "The battle is on," was the form the word took. "There was a man here, listening at the key-hole, when I opened the door. How much he overheard we'll be likely to find out to-morrow when we begin to pull the strings. Thought I'd give you the pointer. Good night, again."
And my conduct very much resembled that of the excellent Philip II. when he heard the fall of Antwerp, for I went to her door, screeching through the key-hole 'Vicksburg is ours! just as that other 'pere de famille, more potent, but I trust not more respectable than I, conveyed the news to his Infanta.
I have never gone to rest before midnight, and have been on my legs again long before sunrise." "But still there were several hours between your going to sleep, and waking up again," replied Pollux. "Ah, youth youth!" exclaimed the Emperor, and a satirical smile played upon his lips. "Part Damon and Phyllis by iron doors, and they will find their way to each other through the key-hole."
I peeped through the key-hole, and perceived that the candles were re-lighted, and that there were only women in the room, who were talking all at once, and not thinking about me. But in a minute or two, a women came in from the street, with her long black hair hanging about her shoulders, and her cap in her hand.
She would have an eye at the key-hole by day, and an ear by night, when we went up to bed and talked over the events of our frivolous day. In short, he enumerated our duenna's perfections till our blood ran cold; and it was ever so long before he would tell us who it was Aunt Maitland. We screamed with surprise. They are like cat and dog, and never agree, except to differ.
Punctuating it regularly was a sniffle. And the key-hole showed a spot of glinting red Jane's hair. Gwendolyn left the school-room door for the one opening on the hall. In the hall were shaded lights. Light streamed up the bronze shaft. Gwendolyn put her face against the scrolls and peered down. The cage was far below. And all was still. The stairs wound their carpeted length before her.
At last she got to the door, found the key-hole, and opened it. A bright light burst in there was the military patrol and the town-watchmen with their lanterns. The captain of the guard had come, and the nearest army-surgeon, all only half dressed in the first clothes they could find, with a pistol or a naked sword in their hand.
Well, in a small room, they may use them to some purpose. But here, we sit so far removed from the walls that, strain their ears as they may, they will hear nothing; even the very key-hole, opening wide its naughty eye, will see naught, neither will the adjacent ear hear anything. We may speak freely." The Bishop, signing to the Knight to help himself to fruit, moved the wine toward him.
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