His ear had once more become conscious of that soft and repeated noise—the long sweep with the almost inaudible crackle in it. Again and again it came, with a curious insistence and urgency. It quickened a little as he became increasingly attentive … it seemed to Oleron that it grew louder….
All at once he started bolt upright in his chair, tense and listening. The silky rustle came again; he was trying to attach it to something….
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