Before her, at no great distance, she could see the swelling mountainous reaches of green water breaking on the rocks in a long white line of foam, and the dark outline of Flint House clinging to the dizzy summit of the black broken cliffs.
Her false strength failed her suddenly as she neared her journey's end.
The house loomed dimly before her tired vision in the fast gathering darkness.

She stumbled with faltering steps round the side of the house to the kitchen door, and turned the handle.

It was locked.

She knocked loudly.
As in a vision she saw the white furtive face of Mrs.Thalassa peering out at her from the window, and her fluttering hands pressed against the glass, as though to thrust her back.

Sisily rushed to the window.
"Let me in!" she cried.