. Master Humphrey's clock . I CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIRST. ONDERING on his unhappy lot, Joe sat and listened for along time, expecting every moment to hear their creaking^, footsteps on the stairs, or to be greeted by his worthy father-J^:rrr: with a summons to capitulate unconditionally, and delivers^ himself up straightway. But neither voice nor footstep came;^, and though some distant echoes, as of closing doors andpeople hurrying in and out of rooms, resounding from timeto time through the great passages, and penetrating to his remote seclusion,gave note of unusual commotion down stairs, no n
. Master Humphrey's clock . I CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIRST. ONDERING on his unhappy lot, Joe sat and listened for along time, expecting every moment to hear their creaking^, footsteps on the stairs, or to be greeted by his worthy father-J^:rrr: with a summons to capitulate unconditionally, and delivers^ himself up straightway. But neither voice nor footstep came;^, and though some distant echoes, as of closing doors andpeople hurrying in and out of rooms, resounding from timeto time through the great passages, and penetrating to his remote seclusion,gave note of unusual commotion down stairs, no nearer sound disturbed hisplace of retreat, which seemed the quieter for these far-off noises, and was asdull and full of gloom as any hermits cell-It came on darker and darker. The old-fashioned furniture of the chamber,which was a kind of hospital for all the invalided moveables in the house, grewindistinct and shadowy in its many shapes ; chairs and tables, which by daywere as honest cripples as need be, assumed a doubtfu
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