Chapter5
THETRAGEDYOFPONDICHERRYLODGE
Itwasnearlyeleveno’clockwhenwereachedthisfinalstageofournight’sadventures。Wehadleftthedampfogofthegreatcitybehindus，andthenightwasfairlyfine。Awarmwindblewfromthewestward，andheavycloudsmovedslowlyacrossthesky，withhalfamoonpeepingoccasionallythroughtherifts。Itwasclearenoughtoseeforsomedistance，butThaddeusSholtotookdownoneofthesidelampsfromthecarriagetogiveusabetterlightuponourway。
PondicherryLodgestoodinitsowngroundsandwasgirtroundwithaveryhighstonewalltoppedwithbrokenglass。Asinglenarrowiron-clampeddoorformedtheonlymeansofentrance。Onthisourguideknockedwithapeculiarpostman-likerat-tat。
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