There were three windows beyond it, and there the terrace ended.

She looked at the front as they were passing, and counted again three windows between the open door and the corner where the sentry-box stood.
"Who lives in the rooms beyond you ?" she asked quickly.
"No one--the last is the one where you are to be." He seemed surprised.
They had reached the open door, and he stood aside to let her go in.
"And on this side ?" she asked, speaking with a painful effort.
"My drawing-room and dining-room," he answered.
She paused and drew breath before she spoke again, and she pressed one hand to her side under her cloak.
"Who was the lady who came from here when all the men were gone ?" she asked, very pale.
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