I had kept her hand in mine while I was speaking, and I must have pressed it unconsciously so hard as almost to hurt her.

She may even have uttered a few words of remonstrance; but they never reached me: my whole hearing sense was seized, absorbed, petrified.

At the very instant when I had ceased speaking, I, and I alone, heard a faint sound--a sound that was new to me--fly past the Glen Tower on the wings of the wind.
"Open the window, for God's sake!" I cried.
My hand mechanically held hers tighter and tighter.

She struggled to free it, looking hard at me with pale cheeks and frightened eyes.

Owen hastened up and released her, and put his arms round me.
"Griffith, Griffith!" he whispered, "control yourself, for George's sake." Morgan hurried to the window and threw it wide open.
The wind and rain rushed in fiercely.