He's not coming back." She shook her head angrily, with a wild gleam in her eye.

"You go away, too, or they'll catch you--the police.

They come every night to look for you." She cast another cunning look at the girl, and shut down the window.
Sisily could see her reaching up and fumbling with the lock.

Thalassa gone! Despair clutched her with iron hands, and held her fast.

She glanced up at the window of her father's study, and thought she saw the dead man there, his stern face looking coldly down upon her.