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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
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