Still, there was nothing abrupt or unkind in her manner, and the youth did not hesitate again to place his arm around and in support of the form which, in reality, needed his strength.

In doing so, however, a slight noise was the consequence, which the quick sense of Rivers readily discerned.
"Hark!--heard you nothing, Munro--no sound?
Hear you no breathing ?--It seems at hand--in that closet." "Thou hast a quick ear to-night, Guy, as well as a quick step.

I heard, and hear nothing, save the snorings of old Barton, whose chamber is just beside you to the left.

He has always had a reputation for the wild music which his nose contrives, during his sleep, to keep up in his neighborhood." "It came from the opposite quarter, Munro, and was not unlike the suppressed respiration of one who listens." "Pshaw! that can not be.

There is no chamber there.