ar it was. It showed
him the room, and the bills upon the wall respecting the drowned people
starting out and receding by turns. But he glanced slightly at them,
though he looked long and steadily at her. A deep rich piece of colour,
with the brown flush of her cheek and the shining lustre of her hair,
though sad and solitary, weeping by the rising and the falling of the
fire.
She started up. He had been so very still that he felt sure it was not
he who had disturbed her, so merely withdrew from the window and stood
near it in the shadow of the wall. She opened the door, and said in an
alarmed tone, 'Father, was that you calling me?' And again, 'Father!'
And once again, after listening, 'Father! I thought I heard you call me
twice before!'
No response. As she re-entered at the door, he dropped over the bank and
made his way back, among the ooze and near the hiding-place, to Mortimer
Lightwood: to whom he told what he had seen of the girl, and how this
was becoming very grim indeed.
'If the real man feels as guilty as I do,' said Eugene, 'he is
remarkably uncomfortable.'
'Influence of secrecy,' suggested Lightwood.
'I am not at all obliged to it for making me Guy Fawkes in the vault and
a Sneak in the area both at once,' said Eugene. 'Give me some more of
that stuff.'
Lightwood helped him to some more of that stuff, but it had been
cooling, and didn't answer now.
'Pooh,' said Eugene, spitting it out among the ashes. 'Tastes like the
wash of the river.'
'Are you so familiar with the flavour of the wash of the river?'
'I seem to be to-night. I feel as if I had been half drowned, and
swallowing a gallon of it.'
'Influence of locality,' suggested Lightwood.
'You are mighty learned to-night, you and your influences,' returned
Eugene. 'How long shall we stay here?'
'How long do you think?'
'If I could choose, I should say a minute,' replied Eugene, 'for the
Jolly Fellowship Porters are not the jolliest dogs I have known. But
I suppose we are best here until they turn us out with the other
suspicious characters, at midnight.'
Thereupon he stirred the fire, and sat down on one side of it. It struck
eleven, and he made believe to compose himself patiently. But gradually
he took the fidgets in one leg, and then in the other leg, and then in
one arm, and then in the other arm, and then in his chin, and then in
his back, and then in his forehead, and then in his hair, and then in
his nose; and then
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