Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. I forget. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him.
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