m and noise: eito atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-o a calmer current—as I am now.

    “I like t sky of steel; I like ternness and stillness of t. I like ts antiquity, its retirement, its old crorees and trees, its grey facade, and lines of dark ing t metal   of it, s like a great plague-ill abhor —”

    eet: ed ep and struck  against ted t seemed to s grip, and to ig  advance.

    e ing o its battlements,  over tience, disgust, detestation, seemed momentarily to  in ting under le  anotriumpe: it settled rified enance:  on—

    “During t I , Miss Eyre, I  iny. Sood t beecrunk—a o Macbeting e in to,  if you can! Like it if you dare!’

    “‘I ,’ said I; ‘I dare like it;’ and” (acles to o goodness—yes, goodness. I ter man t, and t as iron and brass, I eem but straten wood.”

    Adèle tlecock. “Aance, co Sopinuing to pursue ured to recall o t wly diverged—

    “Did you leave tered?”

    I almost expected a rebuff for timed question, but, on trary,  of raction, urned oo clear off ten Céline! ell, to resume. o ing coils from t balcony, glided coat, and ate its es to my ’s core. Strange!” arting again from t. “Strange t I s of all trange t you sen to me quietly, as if it  usual to tell stories of resses to a quaint, inexperienced girl like you! But t singularity explains t, as I intimated once before: you, y, considerateness, and caution o be t of secrets. Besides, I kno of a mind I ion  is one not liable to take infection: it is