Beside the lamp Miss Silver placed her anonymous letter, then retreated as noiselessly as she had entered, shut the door, and glided stealthily down the corridor, down the stairs, along the passages, and out of the same door which my lady had passed not ten minutes previously.
Swift as a snake, and more deadly of purpose, Sybilla glided along the gloomy avenues of the wood toward the sea-side terrace.

Every nerve seemed strung like steel, every fiber of her body quivered to its utmost tension.

Her eyes blazed in the dark like the eyes of a wild cat; she looked like a creature possessed of a devil.
She reached the extremity of the woodland path almost as soon as her victim.

A moment she paused, glaring upon her with eyes of fiercest hate as she stood there alone and defenseless.

The next, she drew out the flashing stiletto.