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Through my half-closed eyelids in the whitish light of the night I could distinctly see every movement he made. He turned his face first to the window then to the door. It certainly was difficult to make out where the sound came from: it seemed to float round the room, to glide along the walls. I had accidentally hit upon a kind of sounding board. "Ridel!" cried Tyeglev at last, "Ridel! Ridel!"
I tapped again ... this time on purpose. The same sound was repeated. I knocked again.... All at once Tyeglev raised his head. "Ridel!" he said, "do you hear? Someone is knocking under the window." I pretended to be asleep. The fancy suddenly took me to play a trick at the expense of my "fatal" friend. I could not sleep, anyway. He let his head sink on the pillow.
Yet this gay palace, like most of the châteaux of the Loire, has arisen upon the foundations of a fortress, and its odd name was given it in honor of a certain Hughes Ridel or Rideau, who in the thirteenth century built a castle on an island to defend the passage of the Indre, the position being an important one strategically.
"Ridel," he began, "I am in no mood for jesting, and so I beg you not to jest." He certainly was in no mood for jesting. His face was changed. It looked paler, longer and more expressive. His strange, "different" eyes kept shifting from one object to another.
"Farewell, Ridel, don't remember evil against me.... And don't forget Semyon...." And the blur itself vanished. This was too much. "Oh, the damned poseur," I thought. "You must always be straining after effect!" I felt uneasy, however; an involuntary fear clutched at my heart. I flung on my great-coat and ran out into the road. Yes; but where was I to go? The fog enveloped me on all sides.
Corea was then practically a closed country; wherefore a certain amount of curiosity was displayed at Shanghai when three or four Coreans, dressed up in their quaint costumes and transparent horse-hair hats, were seen walking about, and being introduced here and there by a French bishop called Ridel.
In the Liber Niger we find knights' fees of two hides and a half, of two hides, of four, five, and six hides. Geoffrey Ridel states that his father held one hundred and eighty-four carucates and a virgate, for which the service of fifteen knights was due, but that no knights' fees had been carved out of it, the obligation lying equally on every carucate.
And yet inwardly I blamed him. "A working-class girl!" I thought, "a fine sort of aristocrat you are yourself!" "Perhaps you blame me, Ridel," Tyeglev began suddenly, as though guessing what I was thinking. "I am very ... unhappy myself. But what to do? What to do?" He leaned his chin on his hand and began biting the broad flat nails of his short, red fingers, hard as iron.
I waited for a little and again knocked three times in succession. Tyeglev sat up again and listened. I tapped again. I was lying facing him but he could not see my hand.... I put it behind me under the bedclothes. "Ridel!" cried Tyeglev. I did not answer. "Ridel!" he repeated loudly. "Ridel!" "Eh? What is it?" I said as though just waking up.
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