She heard nothing, saw nothing, save the fact
that something she thought was dead had come to life. She was wakening
from a long numb sleep, and the wakening was terrifying. What
irremediable catastrophe had happened between now and that supreme
moment when she had stood under the lilacs in the twilight with Donald
Morley's arms about her, his breath on her cheek, and his passionate
plea: "Oh, if you only knew how I need you! I'll be anything under
heaven for your sake if you'll only stand by me!"
"My game," said the Doctor. "Fortune has favored me. What became of
Miss Lady? The call of the young people down-stairs grew too strong, I
presume."
Mr. Gooch, in a very bad humor over the loss of the last game,
sullenly packed his deck of cards in the case with the red morocco
note-book and made ready to take his departure. The Doctor
automatically placed the card table against the wall, arranged the
chairs at their prefer angles, straightened a book on his desk, and
turned out the lights, leaving a slim white figure with trembling
hands and terror-stricken eyes, cowering in the starlight behind the
swaying curtains.
CHAPTER XIII
It was always an occasion of significance when Mr.
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