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The waking traveller, therefore, stole a little nearer, and yet a little

nearer, and a little nearer to the sleeping traveller's bed, until he

stood close beside it Even then he could not see his face, for he had

drawn the sheet over it The regular breathing still continuing, he put

his smooth white hand (such a treacherous hand it looked, as it went

creeping froently lifted it away

'Death ofback, 'here's Cavalletto!'

The little Italian, previously influenced in his sleep, perhaps, by the

stealthy presence at his bedside, stopped in his regular breathing, and

with a long deep respiration opened his eyes At first they were not

awake, though open He lay for so placidly at his

old prison companion, and then, all at once, with a cry of surprise and

alar out of bed 'Hush! What's the matter? Keep quiet! It's I You know me?' cried the

other, in a suppressed voice

But John Baptist, widely staring,a nu into a corner, slipping on

his trousers, and tying his coat by the two sleeves round his neck,

manifested an unmistakable desire to escape by the door rather than

renew the acquaintance Seeing this, his old prison coainst it