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I had stood three paces from the table-lamp all the time, waving the letter about as I talked, and casting a bold shadow on the linen blind! The first thing that struck me as I entered the doctor's study was that the French windows, which opened on a sheltered lawn, were open. I acted accordingly. "You see," said Dr. Stuart, "I am enclosing your letter in this big envelope which I am sealing."
Now she sat, reading the introspections of "Romola" till she felt her own soul stretching out up and beyond the gas table-lamp glowing there in such lovely serenity through its gold-glass shade; felt it aching to express something, she knew not what. Some day, perhaps, after she had written intellectual essays about Politics and such things, she might write about Life. About Life itself!
I had only one lamp burning in the room, a table-lamp; and at this moment, preceded by a sudden accession of light due to some flaw of the generating plant, the filament expired, plunging the room into darkness! I stood up with a startled cry. I do not deny that I felt ill at ease in the gloom with my strange visitor; but worse was to come.
He knew that his outer door was closed; he knew that there was no one else in his chambers; yet he had heard a sound as of knuckles beating upon the panels of the door the closed door of the room in which he sat! Standing upright, he turned deliberately, and faced in that direction. The light pouring out from beneath the shade of the table-lamp scarcely touched upon the door at all.
She shook her head. "Nothing could. Unless No. I won't say it. I want you to want to marry me, Ban. But I wonder." As they talked, the little light of late afternoon had dwindled, until in their nook they could see each other only as vague forms. "Isn't there a table-lamp there?" she asked. "Turn it on." He found and pulled the chain.
"No, don't light up!" said Harley, grasping my wrist as I reached out toward the table-lamp. His figure showed as a black silhouette against the dim square of the window. "Why not?" "Well, it's nearly two o'clock. The light might be observed." "Two o'clock?" I exclaimed. "Yes. I think we might smoke, though. Have you any cigarettes? I have left my pipe behind."
We pressed closer about Raynor as he took the fan, spread it open, and held it close against a table-lamp. "The third, sixth, and ninth," he counted. "You will notice that those three pieces of ivory are a trifle thicker and not as transparent as the others.
Returning from the city New Year's day I found, posted on the stand of my table-lamp, the cognomen done in red, this declaration: January 1, 1915 No person can call Jersey any other name but JERSEY. If anybody calls him any other name but Jersey, exceeding five times a day he will have to clean out his coop two times a day. This was as plain as if it had been written on the wall.
On the desk a table-lamp was burning, the light of which was hidden from the outside by the heavily-curtained windows, but it was neither at the window nor at the desk that he was looking. Mrs. Rider lay behind the door, a little smile on her face, the haft of a dagger standing out with hideous distinctness beneath her heart.
His table-lamp burned through the nights as he made up his ledgers and settled his accounts. In leisure moments he read in the intolerable book of the Past. Of all its sorrows and failures, its frantic follies and its besotted sins. Memory omitted nothing. Not a blot upon those sordid pages was spared him. It was not possible for an instant to turn away his eyes.
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