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"
And
for
God
’
s
sake
don
’
t
go
to
sleep
,
"
said
he
,
and
so
,
taking
off
only
his
coat
,
he
threw
the
coverlet
over
him
and
settled
down
for
the
night
.
It
was
a
melancholy
vigil
,
and
made
more
so
by
my
own
sense
of
its
folly
.
Supposing
that
by
any
chance
Lord
Linchmere
had
cause
to
suspect
that
he
was
subject
to
danger
in
the
house
of
Sir
Thomas
Rossiter
,
why
on
earth
could
he
not
lock
his
door
and
so
protect
himself
?
His
own
answer
that
he
might
wish
to
be
attacked
was
absurd
.
Why
should
he
possibly
wish
to
be
attacked
?
And
who
would
wish
to
attack
him
?
Clearly
,
Lord
Linchmere
was
suffering
from
some
singular
delusion
,
and
the
result
was
that
on
an
imbecile
pretext
I
was
to
be
deprived
of
my
night
’
s
rest
.
Still
,
however
absurd
,
I
was
determined
to
carry
out
his
injunctions
to
the
letter
as
long
as
I
was
in
his
employment
.
I
sat
,
therefore
,
beside
the
empty
fireplace
,
and
listened
to
a
sonorous
chiming
clock
somewhere
down
the
passage
which
gurgled
and
struck
every
quarter
of
an
hour
.
It
was
an
endless
vigil
.
Save
for
that
single
clock
,
an
absolute
silence
reigned
throughout
the
great
house
.
A
small
lamp
stood
on
the
table
at
my
elbow
,
throwing
a
circle
of
light
round
my
chair
,
but
leaving
the
corners
of
the
room
draped
in
shadow
.
On
the
bed
Lord
Linchmere
was
breathing
peacefully
.
I
envied
him
his
quiet
sleep
,
and
again
and
again
my
own
eyelids
drooped
,
but
every
time
my
sense
of
duty
came
to
my
help
,
and
I
sat
up
,
rubbing
my
eyes
and
pinching
myself
with
a
determination
to
see
my
irrational
watch
to
an
end
.
And
I
did
so
.
From
down
the
passage
came
the
chimes
of
two
o
’
clock
,
and
I
laid
my
hand
upon
the
shoulder
of
the
sleeper
.
Instantly
he
was
sitting
up
,
with
an
expression
of
the
keenest
interest
upon
his
face
.
"
You
have
heard
something
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
It
is
two
o
’
clock
.
"
"
Very
good
.
I
will
watch
.
You
can
go
to
sleep
.
"
I
lay
down
under
the
coverlet
as
he
had
done
and
was
soon
unconscious
.
My
last
recollection
was
of
that
circle
of
lamplight
,
and
of
the
small
,
hunched
-
up
figure
and
strained
,
anxious
face
of
Lord
Linchmere
in
the
centre
of
it
.
How
long
I
slept
I
do
not
know
;
but
I
was
suddenly
aroused
by
a
sharp
tug
at
my
sleeve
.
The
room
was
in
darkness
,
but
a
hot
smell
of
oil
told
me
that
the
lamp
had
only
that
instant
been
extinguished
.
"
Quick
!
Quick
!
"
said
Lord
Linchmere
’
s
voice
in
my
ear
.
