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Glover, on the back of the telegram, scrawled a note to Crosby, the

master-mechanic, and turned over not to sleep, but to think--and to

think, not of the work before him, but of her and of her situation A

roundhouse caller roused him at half-past three ord that the snow

battery was marked up for four o'clock He rose, dressed deliberately

and carefully for the exposure ahead, and sat down before a candle to

tell Gertrude, in a note, when he hoped to be back

Locking his trunk when he had done, he snuffed out the candle and

closed his room door behind him The hall was dark, but he knew its

turns, and the carpeted stairs gave no sound as he walked down At the

second floor there were two stairways by which he could descend He

looked up the dim corridor tohere she slept So her room

His heavy tread was noiseless, and at her door he paused and put his

hand uncertainly upon the casing In the darkness his head bent an

instant on his outstretched aro;

then he turned and walked softly away

At the breakfast table and at the dinner table the talk was of the

snow The evening paper contained a colu