Still, there was nothing abrupt or unkind in her manner,
and the youth did not hesitate again to place his arm around and in
support of the form which, in reality, needed his strength. In doing so,
however, a slight noise was the consequence, which the quick sense of
Rivers readily discerned.
"Hark!--heard you nothing, Munro--no sound? Hear you no breathing?--It
seems at hand--in that closet."
"Thou hast a quick ear to-night, Guy, as well as a quick step. I heard,
and hear nothing, save the snorings of old Barton, whose chamber is just
beside you to the left. He has always had a reputation for the wild
music which his nose contrives, during his sleep, to keep up in his
neighborhood."
"It came from the opposite quarter, Munro, and was not unlike the
suppressed respiration of one who listens."
"Pshaw! that can not be. There is no chamber there. That is but the old
closet in which we store away lumber. You are quite too regardful of
your senses. They will keep us here all night, and the fact is, I wish
the business well over.
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