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Rh and turned back to smile at him. She was certainly not afraid; she was of an equal certainty rather pleased at his helplessness to stop  her.

She turned at the landing to go up the next flight. There must have been a draught under the closed door at the top, for it made her candle wink and flicker, but she marched on  undismayed. She looked a dauntless, little figure as she went up from step to step, the  moving light shining on her thick, yellow  braids and the crossed straps of her white  apron, and making her fat little shadow dance  behind her on the wall.