She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. Entering the Red Room, he crept through the hole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in his old place of captivity. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. They were going up the slope into Waterloo Station.
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