Chapter Eight
for a moment. For suddenly I give a start, and am movement. Movement, and ligain t, and training against their frames.
ts mouthing.
t, after all, t is not like any oto it by a calling voice, I rise. I stand at to Agness room until I am sure, from t sake up my lamp and go, on naked feet, to my drao tand at t tion, peer t t I knoime I see not fall of a sill softer. tcilts tohe flame.
Ricless as I; and he lawns of Briar, perhaps hoping for sleep.
Cold tip of te, er tobacco. . to knoure; only te fades, gloe.
once I understand he windows.
ing o my room!—and e fall and crus of it beneats see t. I only door open, feel t of time, s breath.
I step back face: it arted back into to s! do it! to t my ear against tread. tread gro, anot for Mr ay to go to for t.
I take up my lamp and go quickly, quickly: ts of lig time to dress—cannot dress, Agnes to kno not see goockings, garters, slippers, a cloak. My is loose, I try to fasten; but I am clumsy beats quick again, but no beats against t is like a vessel beating t my o it, and feel t—unlaced, it feels; unguarded, unsafe.
But tug of ter tance of my fear.
t is t of ter all. For restlessness. lengtapping at my door o once, You kno close. One cry will wake hing.
Do I suppose ry to kiss me? do t. ealto t ful so t w hear us? You are sure?
Do I teps close. But I feel t, still clinging to . I smell tobacco on remember all. I move to one side of ta