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‘
He
can
’
t
hear
me
,
’
returned
Arthur
,
suiting
the
action
to
the
words
again
,
‘
if
I
draw
you
into
this
black
closet
,
and
speak
here
.
Why
do
you
hide
your
face
?
’
‘
Because
I
am
afraid
of
seeing
something
.
’
‘
You
can
’
t
be
afraid
of
seeing
anything
in
this
darkness
,
Affery
.
’
‘
Yes
I
am
.
Much
more
than
if
it
was
light
.
’
‘
Why
are
you
afraid
?
’
‘
Because
the
house
is
full
of
mysteries
and
secrets
;
because
it
’
s
full
of
whisperings
and
counsellings
;
because
it
’
s
full
of
noises
.
There
never
was
such
a
house
for
noises
.
I
shall
die
of
‘
em
,
if
Jeremiah
don
’
t
strangle
me
first
.
As
I
expect
he
will
.
’
‘
I
have
never
heard
any
noises
here
,
worth
speaking
of
.
’
‘
Ah
!
But
you
would
,
though
,
if
you
lived
in
the
house
,
and
was
obliged
to
go
about
it
as
I
am
,
’
said
Affery
;
‘
and
you
’
d
feel
that
they
was
so
well
worth
speaking
of
,
that
you
’
d
feel
you
was
nigh
bursting
through
not
being
allowed
to
speak
of
‘
em
.
Here
’
s
Jeremiah
!
You
’
ll
get
me
killed
.
’
‘
My
good
Affery
,
I
solemnly
declare
to
you
that
I
can
see
the
light
of
the
open
door
on
the
pavement
of
the
hall
,
and
so
could
you
if
you
would
uncover
your
face
and
look
.
’
‘
I
durstn
’
t
do
it
,
’
said
Affery
,
‘
I
durstn
’
t
never
,
Arthur
.
I
’
m
always
blind
-
folded
when
Jeremiah
an
’
t
a
looking
,
and
sometimes
even
when
he
is
.
’
