"You called me, Geoffrey," she said, in a still, unnatural voice. "You
called me, my beloved, and I--have--come."
He rose aghast, trembling like an aspen with doubt and fear, trembling
at the sight of the conquering glory of the woman whom he worshipped.
See! She drew on towards him, and she was _asleep_. Oh, what could he
do?
Suddenly the draught of the great gale rushing through the house caught
the opened door and crashed it to.
She awoke with a wild stare of terror.
"Oh, God, where am I?" she cried.
"Hush, for your life's sake!" he answered, his faculties returning.
"Hush! or you are lost."
But there was no need to caution here to silence, for Beatrice's senses
failed her at the shock, and she sank swooning in his arms.
CHAPTER XXIII
A DAWN OF RAIN
That crash of the closing door did not awake Beatrice only; it awoke
both Elizabeth and Mr. Granger. Elizabeth sat up in bed straining her
eyes through the gloom to see what had happened. They fell on Beatrice's
bed--surely--surely----
Elizabeth slipped up, cat-like she crept across the room and felt with
her hand at the bed.
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