It was picturesque, but had a deserted look.
It was not till I stood in front or the door that I began to consider
what I really intended to do in case I found her there. A heedless,
impetuous desire to see her--to get possession of her--had brought me
to Wales. But what was to be my course of action if I found her I had
never given myself time to think.
If I could only clasp her in my arms and tell her I was Henry, I felt
that she must, even in madness, know me and cling to me. I could not
realise that any insanity could estrange her from me if I could only
get near her.
I put my thumb upon the old-fashioned latch, and found that the door
was not locked. It yielded to my touch, and with a throbbing of every
pulse, I pushed it open and looked in.
In front of me rose a staircase, steep and narrow. There was
sufficient evening light to enable me to see up the staircase, and to
distinguish two black bedroom doors, now closed, on the landing. I
stood on the wet threshold till my nerves grew calmer. On my right
and on my left the doors of the two rooms on the ground floor were
open.
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