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"Now run!" whispered Adele "Run, child, for your life!"

Celia did not stop to think whither she should run, or how she

should escape from Wethermill's search She could not ask that her

lips and her hands ht--to hide herself in the darkness of the garden

Celia fled across the roo wildly over the sill, ran,

tripped over her skirt, steadied herself, and ung off the ground

by the arms of Harry Wethermill

"There we are," he said, with his shrill, wavering laugh "I

opened the gate before" And suddenly Celia hung inert in his

arnol, carrying Celia's

cloak, stepped out at the side of the

"She has fainted," said Wethermill "Wipe the mould off her shoes

and off yours too--carefully I don't want thee at all"

Adele stooped and obeyed Wether Celia into a seat Adele followed and took her seat