"Father!" But in this I forgot myself.

There might have been enemies lurking anywhere in the house of pain and disaster.
My own room came next, and the way out upon the roof; but we tried not these.

There remained only the garret of my father.

I climbed up, with Dessauer behind me, and pushed the door open.
Then I stood in the entering-in, looking for the first time for years on the face of my father.
He lay on his conch, his head bound about with a napkin.

The dark wisp of hair which rose like a cock's comb, sticking through the stained cloth which swathed his brow, was no longer blue-black, but of an iron-gray, splashed and brindled with pure white.