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S. Arrived at the servants' quarters under the roof, he hesitated, then
turning to the right he opened a little door at the end of the corridor.
Within was a pitch-dark cupboard-like boxroom, hot, stuffy, and smelling
of dust and old leather. He advanced cautiously into the blackness,
groping with his hands. It was from this den that the ladder went up to
the leads of the western tower. He found the ladder, and set his feet on
the rungs; noiselessly, he lifted the trap-door above his head; the
moonlit sky was over him, he breathed the fresh, cool air of the night.
In a moment he was standing on the leads, gazing out over the dim,
colourless landscape, looking perpendicularly down at the terrace
seventy feet below. Why had he climbed up to this high, desolate place?
Was it to look at the moon? Was it to commit suicide? As yet he hardly
knew. Death--the tears came into his eyes when he thought of it. His
misery assumed a certain solemnity; he was lifted up on the wings of a
kind of exaltation. It was a mood in which he might have done almost
anything, however foolish. He advanced towards the farther parapet; the
drop was sheer there and uninterrupted. A good leap, and perhaps one
might clear the narrow terrace and so crash down yet another thirty feet
to the sun-baked ground below. He paused at the corner of the tower,
looking now down into the shadowy gulf below, now up towards the rare
stars a