IheardSirPercivalbarringupthewindow-shutters。Ithadbeenraining，rainingallthetime。Iwascrampedbymypositionandchilledtothebones。
WhenIfirsttriedtomove，theeffortwassopainfultomethatIwasobligedtodesist。Itriedasecondtime，andsucceededinrisingtomykneesonthewetroof。
AsIcrepttothewall，andraisedmyselfagainstit，Ilookedback，andsawthewindowoftheCount’sdressing-roomgleamintolight。Mysinkingcourageflickeredupinmeagain，andkeptmyeyesfixedonhiswindow，asIstolemywayback，stepbystep，pastthewallofthehouse。
Theclockstruckthequarterafterone，whenIlaidmyhandsonthewindow-sillofmyownroom。Ihadseennothingandheardnothingwhichcouldleadmetosupposethatmyretreathadbeendiscovered。
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