The life with
which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. "Where is he?" he cried. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think
that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. I deemed it more
prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any
search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands
frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a
dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in
thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. ‘It is
precisely that point over which Melusine and I fell out. ”
Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. She
was radiant.
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