“Yes. "That we were afraid," replied the other; "but never mind her. “Indeed, I must implore you to return. . I don't believe his name is Taber. I’m
turning into a big fat cow. . I could tell it was Italian, you see. ‘As Madame Valade, you
will be an émigré, not a nun. "Not proud in the least, I declare. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. "
With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and,
on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with
the interior of the prison, which he rang violently.
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