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hey couldn't stop there
for ever in the middle of that courtyard You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, he made up his mind to go
and look into the storehouse. He let her follow him without thinking
of any protest, as if they had been indissolubly united. "I am fear-
less -- am I?" he muttered through his teeth. She restrained his arm.
"Wait till you hear my voice," she said, and, torch in hand, ran
lightly round the corner. He remained alone in the darkness, his
face to the door: not a sound You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, not a breath came from the other side.
The old hag let out a dreary groan somewhere behind his back. He
heard a high-pitched almost screaming call from the girl. "Now!
Push!" He pushed violently; the door swung with a creak and a
clatter, disclosing to his intense astonishment the low dungeon-like
interior illuminated by a lurid, wavering glare. A turmoil of smoke
eddied down upon an empty wooden crate in the middle of the
floor, a litter of rags and straw tried to soar, but only stirred feebly
in the draught. She had thrust the light through the bars of the
window. He saw her bare round arm extended and rigid, holding
up the torch with the steadiness of an iron bracket. A conical ragged
heap of old mats cumbered a distant corner almost to the ceiling You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login,
and that was all.
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