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He ran rapidly down the corridor to Cynthia's rooirl--whoto wake her

In a ood That's bolted too We must break in the door I think this one is a shade less solid than the one in the passage"

We strained and heaved together The fra tiive beneath our weight, and finally, with a resounding crash, it was burst open

We stulethorp was lying on the bed, her whole foritated by violent convulsions, in one of which she must have overturned the table beside her As we entered, however, her limbs relaxed, and she fell back upon the pillows

John strode across the roo to Annie, one of the house-room for brandy Then he went across to his ave on the corridor

I turned to Lawrence, to suggest that I had better leave them now that there was no further need of my services, but the words were frozen on hastly look on any man's face He hite as chalk, the candle he held in his shaking hand was sputtering onto the carpet, and his eyes, petrified with terror, or some such kindred emotion, stared fixedly over h he had seen so that turned him to stone I instinctively followed the direction of his eyes, but I could see nothing unusual The still feebly flickering ashes in the grate, and the row of prih

The violence of Mrs Inglethorp's attack seeasps

"Better now--very sudden--stupid of me--to lockup, I saw Mary Cavendish standing near the door with her arirl, who looked utterly dazed and unlike herself Her face was heavily flushed, and she yawned repeatedly

"Poor Cynthia is quite frightened," said Mrs Cavendish in a low clear voice She herself, I noticed, was dressed in her white land sht I saw that a faint streak of daylight was showing through the curtains of the s, and that the clock on the mantelpiece pointed to close upon five o'clock