As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the mansion. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. I guess. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes.
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