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CHAPTER SIX-2
A few seconds later he pulled himself up and was seated in the window. “You have come! You have really come! Arliva exclaimed. He put his finger up to his lips and she understood at once that she must not say anything. Although she was alone in that part of The Castle, she knew that he was wise as their voices might carry if they conversed with each other. He swung himself deftly into the room. By the light of the candle she could see that round his waist he had a rope. Pushing the table out of the way, he pulled the rope further and further into the room until through the window came tied to it a much thicker and heavier coil of rope. Still without speaking, he bent down in front of the bed and tied the rope firmly to one its legs. Then he moved a large chest of drawers as quietly
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