They had a doctor for her and the whole house was up before ever the word came of what had happened here." I thanked him with a look.

I had no opportunity for more.

Half a dozen officers were standing about the front door, and in another moment I was bustled into the conveyance provided and was being driven away from the death-haunted spot.
I had heard the last whisper of those pines for many, many days.

But not in my dreams; it ever came back at night, sinister, awesome, haunted with dead hopes and breathing of an ever doubtful future.
VII CLIFTON ACCEPTS MY CASE This hand of mine Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
Within this bosom never enter'd yet The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought.
_King John_.
My first thought (when I could think at all) was this: "She has some feeling, then! Her terror and remorse have maddened her.

I can dwell upon her image with pity." The next, "Will they find her wet clothes and discover that she was out last night ?" The latter possibility troubled me.