CHAPTER XIII.
Mrs.Goddard's heart stood still as she looked at the wretched man, and tried to discover her husband's face, even a resemblance to him, in the haggard features she saw close before her.

But he gave her small time for reflection; so soon as he had recognised her he sprang past her into the passage and pulling her after him closed the door.
"Mary--don't you know me ?" he said, in low tones.

"You must save me--they are after me--" He stood close beside her in the narrow way, beneath the small lamp; he tried to put his arm around her and he bent down and brought his ghastly face close to hers.

But she drew back as from a contamination.

She was horrified, and it was a natural movement.