You go in there, and I guess you'll find him." 'There,' indicated a door at right angles with the front and about a yard behind it.

The woman opened the door, and left Winthrop to shut it for himself.
In a bare room, at a bare table, by an ill-to-do dip candle, sat Mr.Glanbally and his book.

The book on the table, and Mr.
Glanbally's face on the book, as near as possible; and both as near as possible under the candle.

Reason enough for that, when the very blaze of a candle looked so little like giving light.

Was that why Mr.Glanbally's eyes almost touched the letters?
Winthrop wondered he could see them at all; but probably he did, for he did not look up to see anything else.
He had taken the opening and shutting of the door to be by some wonted hand.