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. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. They were suddenly thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. She had behaved in every way perfectly. ‘You could have fetched me home. ” They clambered down the hill together. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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