Nov. 2. - The utter stillness of this house is beginning to oppress
me. I wish there were other fellows living upstairs. No footsteps ever
sound overhead, and no tread ever passes my door to go up the next flight
of stairs. I am beginning to feel some curiosity to go up myself and see
what the upper rooms are like. I feel lonely here and isolated, swept into
a deserted corner of the world and forgotten... Once I actually caught
myself gazing into the long, cracked mirrors, trying to see the sunlight
dancing beneath the trees in the orchard. But only deep shadows seemed
to congregate there now, and I soon desisted.
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