Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. Mr. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. Then he entered her passionately, riding her with exquisite precision.
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