He could lose himself for hours at a time. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. ‘Ah, trying to be the young hero, I take it, which is why he near got hisself killed. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips.
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