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I read withto close my book

at eleven o'clock As I shut it, Saint Paul's, and all the , so--struck that hour The sound was curiously flawed by the wind;

and I was listening, and thinking how the wind assailed and tore it,

when I heard a footstep on the stair

What nervous folly made me start, and awfully connect it with the

footstep of my dead sister, matters not It was past in a moment, and I

listened again, and heard the footstep stuhts were blown out, I took up

-lamp and went out to the stair-head Whoever was below had

stopped on seeing my lamp, for all was quiet

"There is so

down

"Yes," said a voice from the darkness beneath

"What floor do you want?"

"The top Mr Pip"

"That isthe matter," returned the voice And the man came on