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What was preparing, or what my lord intended by conduct so extraordinary I had no time to consider. For though I got Cassel into the hall again undetected -- which was of itself a marvel -- when it came to taking the key from the lock my hand shook so violently with fear and excitement that the first attempt failed. Before I had succeeded the steward bustled up through the crowd, and seeing what I was about, bade me desist with some roughness.
"Do you want an escape that way? " said he, bursting with importance. "Leave it to me. Here, hands off, man. " And he drew me into the hall and locked the door.