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. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack
Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad
across the shoulders as our friend Figg. ’
‘How can you possibly enquire for her?’ demanded Hilary acidly. "
"I guess what share you've had in this," whispered Austin to Mrs. And thus it was that she
came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Somewhere, where we
can talk without interruption. Wood, popping her head
through the window.
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