I cloistered her immediately, all damp with the moisture of metamorphosis, in a cover of wire gauze.

I had no particular intentions regarding her; I imprisoned her from mere habit; the habit of an observer always on the alert for what may happen.
I was richly rewarded.

About nine o'clock that evening, when the household was going to bed, there was a sudden hubbub in the room next to mine.

Little Paul, half undressed, was rushing to and fro, running, jumping, stamping, and overturning the chairs as if possessed.

I heard him call me.