Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌​​​​⁠I went so far, in the evening, as to make a beginning. The weather had changed back, a great wind was abroad, and beneath the lamp, in my room, with Flora at peace beside me, I sat for a long time before a blank sheet of paper and listened to the lash of the rain and the batter of the gusts. Finally I went out, taking a candle; I crossed the passage and listened a minute at Miles’s door. What, und