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Chapter 4

           

           ThehouseofShawsstoodsomefivefullstoreyshigh,notcountinglofts.Well,asIadvanced,itseemedtomethestairgrewairierandathoughtmorelightsome;andIwaswonderingwhatmightbethecauseofthischange,whenasecondblinkofthesummerlightningcameandwent.IfIdidnotcryout,itwasbecausefearhadmebythethroat;andifIdidnotfall,itwasmorebyHeaven’smercythanmyownstrength.Itwasnotonlythattheflashshoneinoneverysidethroughbreachesinthewall,sothatIseemedtobeclamberingaloftuponanopenscaffold,butthesamepassingbrightnessshowedmethestepswereofunequallength,andthatoneofmyfeetrestedthatmomentwithintwoinchesofthewell.

           Thiswasthegrandstair!Ithought;andwiththethought,agustofakindofangrycouragecameintomyheart.Myunclehadsentmehere,certainlytorungreatrisks,perhapstodie.IsworeIwouldsettlethat“perhaps,”ifIshouldbreakmyneckforit;gotmedownuponmyhandsandknees;andasslowlyasasnail,feelingbeforemeeveryinch,andtestingthesolidityofeverystone,Icontinuedtoascendthestair.Thedarkness,bycontrastwiththeflash,appearedtohaveredoubled;norwasthatall,formyearswerenowtroubledandmymindconfoundedbyagreatstirofbatsinthetoppartofthetower,andthefoulbeasts,flyingdownwards,sometimesbeataboutmyfaceandbody.

           Thetower,Ishouldhavesaid,wassquare;andineverycornerthestepwasmadeofagreatstoneofadifferentshapetojointheflights.

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