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Updated: June 26, 2025
Shut in like a fox in a hole, I had little to hope for, if they once made their appearance at the stairhead or came upon me from any of the dim halls of the crazy old dwelling, which I now began to find altogether too large for my comfort. Stealing cautiously forth from the room in which I had found so much to disconcert me, I crept towards the front staircase and listened. All was deathly quiet.
Across a hallway he trotted, still sniffing; and up a flight of stairs leading to the second story of the house. At the stairhead, a room door stood wide. And into this room led the odor. Lad went in. He was in a large and sunlit room; but in the most disorderly room he had ever set eyes on. The room needed airing, too.
One tragedy had marked her early girlhood. She was curled up, one evening, in the window-seat at the stairhead watching the moon rise over the great trees of the park, when she heard loud voices in the hall below, and peeping down, saw her father strike another man heavily across the mouth. A sudden silence fell, and she stole away frightened to her bed, where she sobbed herself to sleep.
Behind him trailed the dumfounded procession; Laddie still pattering happily along with the Mistress. At the open door of a large room at the stairhead, the author stood aside and pointed in silent despair through the doorway. "What's up?" queried Harmon, for perhaps the tenth time. "Is anything ?" His question ended in a grunt. And, like the others, he stared aghast on the scene before him.
No, I had just cause for dread, as I fully recognized when, snatching the pistol from my pocket, I strode forward, flung wide the door, and stood peering out into the black gulf of the stairhead. Nothing, no one, appeared! Conscious of a longing to cry out if only that the sound of my own voice might reassure me I stood listening. The silence was complete. "Who's there?"
"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.
I'm inconsequent. Give up the moody brooding. His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the stairhead: And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery For Fergus rules the brazen cars. Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed.
"No more sleep-walking?" the doctor asked when he had taken the blanket from his horse and climbed into the buggy. Bobby leaned against the wall of the stable and told how Graham had brought him back the previous night from the stairhead, to which he had gone with a purpose he didn't dare sound. The doctor shook his head. "You shouldn't tell me that. You shouldn't tell any one.
But he did not stop or turn, until he reached the stairhead of the second flight; then he had to face this way again. And as he passed around the railing, he looked up; for Bel was standing where she had stood last night. She had put herself in his way; but she had not done it lightly, with any half intent, to give him new opportunity for words.
"Looks as if he fell backwards right from the top," said a bass voice, which Dick ascribed to the big man with the black beard who had seemed to carry himself somewhat above the others. "Slipped 'is foot and pitched backwards, and 'e ain't 'arf copped it." "But why backwards?" asked Black Beard. And Dick imagined a suspicious glance at the stairhead.
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