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Midwinter looked at the man with a blank, dreadful helplessness in his face.
"Show me the way out," he said. "The place is dark, and the room turns round
with me."
The servant took him by the arm, and silently led him out.
As the door closed on them, Allan picked up the last fragment of the broken
figure. He sat down alone at the table, and hid his face in his hands. The self-
control which he had bravely preserved under exasperation renewed again and
again now failed him at last in the friendless solitude of his room, and, in the first
bitterness of feeling that Midwinter had turned against him like the rest, he burst
into tears.
The moments followed each other, the slow time wore on. Little by little the signs
of a new elemental disturbance began to show themselves in the summer storm.
The shadow of a swiftly deepening darkness swept over the sky. The pattering of
the rain lessened with the lessening wind. There was a momentary hush of
stillness. Then on a sudden the rain poured down again like a cataract, and the low
roll of thunder came up solemnly on the dying air.