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I was seated in my chair, back again in this old study. My glance wandered 'round the room. For a minute, it had a strange, quivery appearance -- unreal and unsubstantial. This disappeared, and I saw that nothing was altered in any way. I looked toward the end window -- the blind was up.
I rose to my feet, shakily. As I did so, a slight noise, in the direction of the door, attracted my attention. I glanced toward it. For a short instant, it appeared to me that it was being closed, gently. I stared, and saw that I must have been mistaken -- it seemed closely shut.