An old man was dozing in a great hooded chair in the hall. He lit a
candle in the office and went before them to the stairs. They followed
him in silence, their feet falling in soft thuds on the thickly carpeted
stairs. She mounted the stairs behind the porter, her head bowed in the
ascent, her frail shoulders curved as with a burden, her skirt girt
tightly about her. He could have flung his arms about her hips and held
her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only
the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild
impulse of his body in check. The porter halted on the stairs to settle
his guttering candle. They halted, too, on the steps below him. In the
silence Gabriel could hear the falling of the molten wax into the tray
and the thumping of his own heart against his ribs.
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This passage is filled with intense inner tension and repressed passion. Gabriel’s strong desire for his wife is vividly shown through his trembling arms and suppressed impulse. The quiet, dimly lit atmosphere with dripping candle wax and his loud heartbeat creates a heavy, breath‑taking mood. Gretta’s weak, burden‑like posture forms a sharp contrast with his burning longing, subtly revealing the emotional distance between them and foreshadowing the approaching emotional crisis.

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