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They had made the best of their room for his coming; the altar was ready, and this time the door stood open, and the two Sisters were out at the stairhead, eager to light the way. Mademoiselle de Langeais even came down a few steps, to meet their benefactor the sooner. "Come," she said, with a quaver in the affectionate tones, "come in; we are expecting you."
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: Introibo ad altare Dei. Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
With a roar of rage he ran like a bull at the enemy, struck him full under the arm with his pike, and drove him doubled up into the stairhead, with such force that the Genevese had much ado to free himself. The man was struck helpless dead for aught that appeared at the moment.
"Do you think he will get over it?" asked Mme. Cibot, at the stairhead. "My dear Mme. Cibot, your lodger is a dead man; not because of the bile in the system, but because his vitality is low. Still, with great care, your patient may pull through. Somebody ought to take him away for a change " "How is he to go?" asked Mme. Cibot.
But he had not long to dwell on her peril; not long to dwell on anything. Before the great bell had hurled its warning abroad three times he had to go. Marcadel's voice, urgent, insistent, summoned him to the stairhead. "They are mustering at the bottom!" the man whispered over his shoulder. He was on his knees, his head in the hood of the staircase.
When tired of this occupation, I would retire from the stairhead to the solitary and silent nursery: there, though somewhat sad, I was not miserable.
She grasped his hands and kissed them, her eyes floating in tears; then, lest he should be displeased, ran quickly away. Miss Valery met her at the stairhead, coming from the gallery where were Elizabeth's rooms. They exchanged the usual question, "How is he now?" and then Agatha said: "Be glad with me! I am sent to fetch Major Harper." Anne pressed her hand. "Go and tell him.
Delancey, in his cold, deep tones; and, stepping to the stairhead, he called Voltaire to his presence. At this moment Minny drew a long, shivering sigh, looked up, and met her mistress's tearful gaze with a smile. "They are safe, Miss all safe; he could not get them," she whispered, faintly. "Hush, Minny, darling. Oh, you have suffered so terribly for my sake! This is dreadful, dreadful!"
Godfrey paused an instant at the stairhead, listening intently; then he moved cautiously forward toward an open door from which the voice seemed to come, motioning us at the same time to stay where we were. And as I knelt, bathed in perspiration, I caught one word, repeated over and over: "Revanche! Revanche! Revanche!"
But before he reached the stairhead, all other sounds were drowned by shouts of laughter from the billiard-room good laughter and familiar; but the smile left his face and his pace slackened. He was, perhaps, too old to wake the echoes, and Dick's laugh, he thought, was infectious as the plague.
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