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Descending
from
the
table
,
she
left
the
parlour
,
and
went
upstairs
,
intending
to
enter
the
room
overhead
,
which
was
the
bedchamber
at
the
back
of
the
drawing
-
room
.
But
,
nerveless
woman
as
she
had
now
become
,
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
attempt
the
handle
.
She
listened
.
The
dead
silence
within
was
broken
only
by
a
regular
beat
.
Drip
,
drip
,
drip
.
Mrs
Brooks
hastened
downstairs
,
opened
the
front
door
,
and
ran
into
the
street
.
A
man
she
knew
,
one
of
the
workmen
employed
at
an
adjoining
villa
,
was
passing
by
,
and
she
begged
him
to
come
in
and
go
upstairs
with
her
;
she
feared
something
had
happened
to
one
of
her
lodgers
.
The
workman
assented
,
and
followed
her
to
the
landing
.
She
opened
the
door
of
the
drawing
-
room
,
and
stood
back
for
him
to
pass
in
,
entering
herself
behind
him
.
The
room
was
empty
;
the
breakfast
—
a
substantial
repast
of
coffee
,
eggs
,
and
a
cold
ham
—
lay
spread
upon
the
table
untouched
,
as
when
she
had
taken
it
up
,
excepting
that
the
carving
-
knife
was
missing
.
She
asked
the
man
to
go
through
the
folding
-
doors
into
the
adjoining
room
He
opened
the
doors
,
entered
a
step
or
two
,
and
came
back
almost
instantly
with
a
rigid
face
.
“
My
good
God
,
the
gentleman
in
bed
is
dead
!
I
think
he
has
been
hurt
with
a
knife
—
a
lot
of
blood
had
run
down
upon
the
floor
!
”
The
alarm
was
soon
given
,
and
the
house
which
had
lately
been
so
quiet
resounded
with
the
tramp
of
many
footsteps
,
a
surgeon
among
the
rest
.
The
wound
was
small
,
but
the
point
of
the
blade
had
touched
the
heart
of
the
victim
,
who
lay
on
his
back
,
pale
,
fixed
,
dead
,
as
if
he
had
scarcely
moved
after
the
infliction
of
the
blow
.
In
a
quarter
of
an
hour
the
news
that
a
gentleman
who
was
a
temporary
visitor
to
the
town
had
been
stabbed
in
his
bed
,
spread
through
every
street
and
villa
of
the
popular
watering
-
place
.
Meanwhile
Angel
Clare
had
walked
automatically
along
the
way
by
which
he
had
come
,
and
,
entering
his
hotel
,
sat
down
over
the
breakfast
,
staring
at
nothingness
.
He
went
on
eating
and
drinking
unconsciously
till
on
a
sudden
he
demanded
his
bill
;
having
paid
which
he
took
his
dressing
-
bag
in
his
hand
,
the
only
luggage
he
had
brought
with
him
,
and
went
out
.
At
the
moment
of
his
departure
a
telegram
was
handed
to
him
—
a
few
words
from
his
mother
,
stating
that
they
were
glad
to
know
his
address
,
and
informing
him
that
his
brother
Cuthbert
had
proposed
to
and
been
accepted
by
Mercy
Chant
.
Clare
crumpled
up
the
paper
,
and
followed
the
route
to
the
station
;
reaching
it
,
he
found
that
there
would
be
no
train
leaving
for
an
hour
and
more
.
He
sat
down
to
wait
,
and
having
waited
a
quarter
of
an
hour
felt
that
he
could
wait
there
no
longer
.
Broken
in
heart
and
numbed
,
he
had
nothing
to
hurry
for
;
but
he
wished
to
get
out
of
a
town
which
had
been
the
scene
of
such
an
experience
,
and
turned
to
walk
to
the
first
station
onward
,
and
let
the
train
pick
him
up
there
.
The
highway
that
he
followed
was
open
,
and
at
a
little
distance
dipped
into
a
valley
,
across
which
it
could
be
seen
running
from
edge
to
edge
.
He
had
traversed
the
greater
part
of
this
depression
,
and
was
climbing
the
western
acclivity
,
when
,
pausing
for
breath
,
he
unconsciously
looked
back
.
Why
he
did
so
he
could
not
say
,
but
something
seemed
to
impel
him
to
the
act
.
The
tape
-
like
surface
of
the
road
diminished
in
his
rear
as
far
as
he
could
see
,
and
as
he
gazed
a
moving
spot
intruded
on
the
white
vacuity
of
its
perspective
.
