1 I saw the staircase with its extinguished lamps.
2 I followed her at a distance, and saw her go up the staircase.
3 I crossed the staircase landing, and entered the room she indicated.
4 Tolerably, for I had gone up the staircase in the dark, many a time.
5 So, up a dark brown staircase into a series of three dark brown rooms on the first floor.
6 The lighted candle stood in the dark passage within, as of old, and I took it up and ascended the staircase alone.
7 Now, in groping my way down the black staircase I fell over something, and that something was a man crouching in a corner.
8 She took it up, and we went through more passages and up a staircase, and still it was all dark, and only the candle lighted us.
9 As the time approached I should have liked to run away, but the Avenger pursuant to orders was in the hall, and presently I heard Joe on the staircase.
10 During the whole interval, whenever I went to the bottom of the staircase, I heard her footstep, saw her light pass above, and heard her ceaseless low cry.
11 The house was dark and shabby, and the greasy shoulders that had left their mark in Mr. Jaggers's room seemed to have been shuffling up and down the staircase for years.
12 When we had shaken hands and he was gone, I opened the staircase window and had nearly beheaded myself, for, the lines had rotted away, and it came down like the guillotine.
13 Then, the two nurses left the room, and had a lively scuffle on the staircase with a dissipated page who had waited at dinner, and who had clearly lost half his buttons at the gaming-table.
14 The wind being as fierce as ever, we did not care to endanger the light in the lantern by rekindling the extinguished lamps on the staircase, but we examined the staircase from the bottom to the top and found no one there.
15 Standing at the bottom of the staircase, I felt the mildewed air of the feast-chamber, without seeing her open the door, and I heard her walking there, and so across into her own room, and so across again into that, never ceasing the low cry.
16 As I crossed by the fountain, I saw his lighted back windows looking bright and quiet, and, when I stood for a few moments in the doorway of the building where I lived, before going up the stairs, Garden Court was as still and lifeless as the staircase was when I ascended it.