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`Let us begin,' I said, `with what happened after we had wished each other good night. Did you go to bed? or did you sit up?' `I went to bed.' `Did you notice the time? Was it late?' `Not very. About twelve o'clock, I think.' `Did you fall asleep?' `No. I couldn't sleep that night.' `You were restless?' `I was thinking of you.' The answer almost unmanned me. Something in the tone, even more than in the words, went straight to my heart. It was only after pausing a little first that I was able to go on. `Had you any light in your room?' I asked. `None -- until I got up again, and lit my candle.' `How long was that, after you had gone to bed?' `About an hour after, I think. About one o'clock.' `Did you leave your bedroom?' `I was going to leave it. I had put on my dressing-gown; and I was going into my sitting-room to get a book --' `Had you opened your bedroom door?' `I had just opened it.' `But you had not gone into the sitting-room?' `No -- I was stopped from going into it.' `What stopped you?' `I saw a light, under the door; and I heard footsteps approaching it.' `Were you frightened?' `Not then. I knew my poor mother was a bad sleeper; and I remembered that she had tried hard, that evening, to persuade me to let her take charge of my Diamond. She was unreasonably anxious about it, as I thought; and I fancied she was coming to me to see if I was in bed, and to speak to me about the Diamond again, if she found that I was up.' `What did you do?' `I blew out my candle, so that she might think I was in bed. I was unreasonable, on my side -- I was determined to keep my Diamond in the place of my own choosing.' |
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