. St. Nicholas [serial]. ep. Slowly she progresseduntil she came at length to the spot of greatestillumination. Even here Be could make out little save aflight of stone steps leading up to another doorthat seemed shadowy and unsubstantial in thegloom. She stopped a moment and looked up, tryingto get her bearings and to calculate where shemight be now in relation to the big house. Thefaint light she saw came through slits in themasonry that were almost filled with the accumu-lated dust of years. Evidently these openingscould not be underground, and she argued that they must be in the massive wa
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ep. Slowly she progresseduntil she came at length to the spot of greatestillumination. Even here Be could make out little save aflight of stone steps leading up to another doorthat seemed shadowy and unsubstantial in thegloom. She stopped a moment and looked up, tryingto get her bearings and to calculate where shemight be now in relation to the big house. Thefaint light she saw came through slits in themasonry that were almost filled with the accumu-lated dust of years. Evidently these openingscould not be underground, and she argued that they must be in the massive walls of Denewooditself, in which case she had traversed the distancefrom the spring-house to the mansion, and fromhere on would mount to the second story untilshe came out in the shallow space behind thehobs in the nursery fireplace which her littleancestress Peggy Travers had found. Beatrice was uncertain whether to go on or towait till she could explore the place thoroughlywith her cousin, but the steps seemed to invite. BEATRICE PUSHED AGAINST THE STONES ABOVE HER HEAD (SEE NEXT PAGE) her to climb them and, thinking just to peep atwhat lay behind the door, she mounted themcautiously. It grew darker as she went up, and when hergroping hands met a barrier across her path shewas forced to depend almost wholly on her senseof touch. Feeling nothing but rough planksunder her fingers, she groped about for a knob orhandle with which to open the heavy door. Butshe could find no:hing of the sort. I mus push it, she thought. But the stouttimbers refused to yield to her efforts. Hum! murmured Be, puzzled, peraps it isnot a door at all, but a built-up partition, cuttingoff the passage from the house. This idea seemed so very probable that thegirl felt a sharp sensation of disappointment, butshe rallied her courage, determined not to be castdown too quickly. 626 THE LUCK OF DENEWOOD I mus ave a light, she said to herself, thenit will be all right. She turned and went down the stairs slowly
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