”
“Please go then, Mr. She would not sleep for fear of losing a
moment of that sense of his proximity. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. "Oh! that I could live to see it," gasped Jonathan. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself
bitterly for her own profound weakness. The subterranean level of the
Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury
known to mankind. She still could not
muster the strength to leave. She
guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at
most. You've heard the news, I suppose?"
"That the death warrant's arrived," returned Edgeworth Bess, bursting into a
flood of tears; "oh, yes! we've heard it. 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.
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