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Alone together again.

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By Jove, that was someone on the stairs then.

He muttered his flesh crawling all over,

"'and whoever it was has now gone into my bedroom.'

"'His delicate, pale face turned absolutely white,

"'and for some minutes he hardly knew what to think or do.

Then he realized intuitively that delay only set a premium upon fear,

and he crossed the landing boldly and went straight into the other room,

where a few seconds before the steps had disappeared.

Who's there? Is that you, Mrs. Monks?

He called aloud as he went, and heard the first half of his words echo down the empty stairs,

while the second half fell dead against the curtains in a room that apparently

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