He waved a hand toward the
sea. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room
at the end where he had lost her before. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she
uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. "
"You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. One would think I
had agreed to her going. . He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial
room, of international reputation. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to
regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his
arm up to the elbow.
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