CHAPTERVI。
DOORY。
Shewasaverysmall，sparewoman，inablueprintwithlittlewhitespots——straight，notbowedlikeherhusband。Otherwisesheseemedatfirstexactlylikehim。Buteretheeveningwasover，Donalsawtherewasnofeaturalresemblancebetweenthetwofaces，andwaspuzzledtounderstandhowthetwoexpressionscametobesolike：astheysatitseemedinthesilenceasiftheywerethesamepersonthinkingintwoshapesandtwoplaces。
Followingtheoldwoman，Donalascendedasteepandnarrowstair，whichsoonbroughthimtoalandingwherewaslight，comingmainlythroughgreenleaves，forthewindowinthelittlepassagewasfilledwithplants。Hisguideledhimintowhatseemedtohimanenchantingroom——homelyenoughitwas，butluxuriouscomparedtowhathehadbeenaccustomedto。Hesawwhitewallsandabrown-huedbutclean-sweptwoodenfloor，onwhichshoneakeen-eyedlittlefirefromalowgrate。Twoeasychairs，coveredwithsomeparty-colouredstripedstuff，stoodoneoneachsideofthefire。Akettlewassingingonthehob。Thewhitedeal-tablewassetfortea——withafatbrownteapot，andcupsofagorgeouspatterninbronze，thatshoneinthefirelightlikeredgold。Inoneofthewallswasabox-bed。
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