Share page |
118 |
THE CHIMES. |
||
certain misgiving that it might be unexpectedly seized, and a shivering propensity to draw it back again; he found that the door, which onened outwards, actuallv stood aiar ! |
|||
He thought, on the first surprise, of going back; or of getting a light, or a companion; but his courage aided him immediately, and he determined to ascend alone.
"What have I to fear?" said Trotty. "It's a church! Besides, the ringers may be there, and have forgotten to shut the door." |
|||
So he went in; feeling his way as he went, like a blind man; for it was very dark. And very quiet, for the Chimes were silent.
The dust from the street had blown into the recess; and lying there, heaped up, made it so soft and velvet-like to the foot, that there was something startling even in that. The narrow stair was so close to the door, too,that he stumbled at the very first; and shutting the door upon himself, by striking it with his foot, and causing it to rebound back heavily, lie couldn't open it again.
![]() |
|||
This was another reason, however, for going on. Trotty groped his way, and went on. Up, up, up, and round and round; and up up, up ; higher, higher, higher up !
It was a disagreeable staircase for that groping work ; so low and narrow, that his groping hand was always touching something ; |
|||