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Updated: July 13, 2025
I dashed to the window, and after a hurried peer thought that I saw it below at the foot of a rock; away I flew to the stair-door, wrung open the lock, and down the stairs, three at a time, I ran to recover it. I remember being rather surprised that she did not follow, forgetting all about the ladder.
Suddenly a noise came from below, the tramping of feet upon the veranda. Could it be a surprise party at so late an hour? He listened. The door was opened, but there was no sound of greetings, no laughter. The visitors were evidently trying to soften their foot-weight, but the house shook under their uneven tread. He heard the click of the stair-door latch; the stairs groaned.
Rarely, very rarely before in his life, had he had this experience of intimacy without foreknowledge, without background the sense of dealing with a human soul nakedly. "Will you come now?" Mrs. Preston had returned and held the stair-door open for him. Sommers looked at her searchingly, curious to find where this power lay. Her face had grown white and set.
She patted the sufferer softly on the head, and then went to the stair-door. "I think he'll go to sleep now," she said, lifting her voice to the new-comer, and with a backward nod toward the couch. "Come out into the kitchen while I get breakfast, or into the sitting-room, or somewhere, so as not to disturb him. He's promised me to lie perfectly quiet, and try to sleep."
A slam of the kitchen stair-door restored her. She betrayed no infirmity of footing as she walked past Arlington in the hall; and she was alive to the voice of Skepsey presently on the door-steps. Arlington brought her a note. Victor had written: 'My love, I dine with Blathenoy in the City, at the Walworth. Business. Skepsey for clothes. Eight of us. Formal. A thousand embraces. Late.
A door-latch clicked, and in the dark corner of the room appeared something pale and shining the face of old Badge, who held open the stair-door and grinned at the assembly, leaning down from a high step. 'Weather-bound all, he quavered maliciously. 'I will tell you why. He slipped down the step, pulling behind him the large figure of his grandchild Margot.
But right there before supper; and we could smell the roast chicken and coffee, havin' left the stair-door open right there, before we had visited hardly any, or talked a mite about other wimmen, she begun on what she wanted to do, and what she must do, for the boy. I had told her how the boy had grown, and that sot her off.
Peter walked the room, a changing star or two in the windy skylight; a candle in the center by the stair-door where the sentry stood; Berthe watching him steadily from her chair. The others at the far end looked up occasionally. They were talking low-toned.
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