The Opposite House: A Novel — page 190: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite Flouse. 185 events from the next room. She saw that Brand was shot, and glided swiftly into the little corridor. His overcoat must hang there. She groped her way to it and hastily searched the pockets, where she found a large door-key and a bunch of small keys. Grasping her prize with delight, she hurried swiftly down the stairs into the darkness. Without asingle backward glance, Heloise rushed through the deserted streets to Brand’s lodgings and, opening the door, ran up the carpeted stairs to his room. She tried the key; her fingers trembled, but she clenched her teeth, opened the creaking lock and, almost blind with excitement, stepped into the room. The trunk stood in the center, unlocked—so much the better! Heloise raised the lid and ruammaged with feverish haste among the various articles it contained, tossing them hither and thither. Then she uttered a low cry of delight. Her casket! Her casket ! Snatching the treasure, she pressed it to her pant- ing breast and fled swiftly from the dead man’s abode. Darting under the rustling trees in the park, she glided through the shadows and reached home, breathless. There she set the casket down and lighted the gas—all the jets which she could find; she wanted to have the room as bright as though the sun was shining into it with full radiance. Comicboolkkss C@ 5}