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The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the
mourners departed. Throwing the blanket over his left arm and shouldering the iron bar, he again
clambered up the chimney; regained the Red Room; hurried along the first
passage; crossed the Chapel; threaded the entry to the Lower Leads; and, in less
than ten minutes after quitting the Castle, had reached the northern extremity of
the prison. “No, it was simple. I ought
to have gone long ago. You were with your mother, the two
of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women
who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering
under empty baskets and shawls. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words
to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and
trains! And, oh the beautiful books!
She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart.
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