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           IcouldstillhearSilvio,buthismewingcamefromcloseunder;amomentlaterIcouldfeelhimpiteouslycrouchingonmyfoot.

           Thenthelastsparkoflightdisappeared,andthroughtheEgyptiandarknessIcouldseethefaintlineofwhitearoundthewindowblinds.Ifeltthatthetimehadcometospeak;soIpulledoffmyrespiratorandcalledout:

           "ShallIturnupthelight?"Therewasnoanswer;sobeforethethicksmokechokedme,Icalledagainbutmoreloudly:

           "Mr.Trelawny,shallIturnupthelight?"Hedidnotanswer;butfromacrosstheroomIheardMargaret’svoice,soundingassweetandclearasabell:

           "Yes,Malcolm!"Iturnedthetapandthelampsflashedout.Buttheywereonlydimpointsoflightinthemidstofthatmurkyballofsmoke.Inthatthickatmospheretherewaslittlepossibilityofillumination.IranacrosstoMargaret,guidedbyherwhitedress,andcaughtholdofherandheldherhand.Sherecognisedmyanxietyandsaidatonce:

           "Iamallright."

           "ThankGod!"Isaid."Howaretheothers?Quick,letusopenallthewindowsandgetridofthissmoke!"Tomysurprise,sheansweredinasleepyway:

           "Theywillbeallright.Theywon’tgetanyharm."Ididnotstoptoinquirehoworonwhatgroundsheformedsuchanopinion,butthrewupthelowersashesofallthewindows,andpulleddowntheupper.ThenIthrewopenthedoor.