Don’t look so
frightened. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan. She had pushed
aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand
at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded,
enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the
Taschhorn and Dom. But Jack
speedily burst it open with the iron bar. ‘Laisse-moi. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of
Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same
course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back
of Jonathan's habitation. ToC
The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room,
from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all
traces of which had, however, long since disappeared.
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