32/39 Through the window, as she went, she could see the flicker, but not the fire. All at once came a great blaze. It lasted but a moment--long enough, however, to let them see plainly into a small closet, the door of which was partly open. "There is a closet, but I never was in it." "If only the window be not bolted!" returned Joseph. Who is that in the room ?--Damn you! who are you ?" "Let me pass you," said Joseph, and, making her hold to the ivy, here spread on to the gable, he got between Mary and the window. |