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It was ever such a quiet little street, turning out of one of those
which climb right over the pleasant hill. One side was monopolized
by the garden wall of an ugly but enviable mansion standing in its
own ground; opposite were a solid file of smaller but taller houses;
on neither side were there many windows alight, nor a solitary soul
on the pavement or in the road. Raffles led the way to one of the
small tall houses. It stood immediately behind a lamppost, and I
could not but notice that a love-lock of Virginia creeper was
trailing almost to the step, and that the bow-window on the ground
floor was closely shuttered. Raffles admitted himself with his
latch-key, and I squeezed past him into a very narrow hall. I did
not hear him shut the door, but we were no longer in the lamplight,
and he pushed softly past me in his turn.
"I'll get a light," he muttered as he went; but to let him pass I
had leaned against some electric switches, and while 'his back was
turned I tried one of these without thinking. In an instant hall
and staircase were flooded with light; in another Raffles was upon
me in a fury, and, all.
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